First and Last Love.

Now I know I'm only eighteen,
But the mind does not have a
limit to provoking thoughts sealed
deep down to the
basement of your heart.

I never had a first love,
But I want my first love to not wear a cape,
But to just come undone
I could fix him up myself,
Dust the dustiest corners
of his heart,
Stash away the alcohol he
acquaints himself with,
And kiss the tenderness of his lips
with the utmost perfection.
I wanna make love to him
with the deepest sincerity,
Let the sun create a silhouette
of my body as he lightly touches
these visible scars,
And watch them heal under his
hungry touch,
And through this darkness,
Let our emotions spill and
stain each others heart's...  

And he should be my
last love.