The Music of My First Love

In the collision of the night
Memories of my first love reemerge.
It was no trick of the mind,
But one of flesh and chords
Singing to me the depths of The Ocean:
I wouldn't have let go of that beautiful body for any reason.
Not for the chorus of warnings
"Mistakes we knew we were making"
His verses held the fantisies of love,
I wanted so badly to be true.
And never did I imagine
My disregard would lead to our demise.
We held on by six strings, each snapping
One by one,
From the tightening tension of notes.
The end of our song came with great pain,
But no suprise.