my first love

when i left you i stopped making mistakes but i also stopped living. i've survived off the mistakes we made together in the past, connecting with them. remembering them made me feel real. how long can i live off of memories? i haven't lived since i've left you.

sometimes i trip over how different our story coulda turned out. not that our stories are over, but at the end of the day i always feel like i'm just that random girl from brooklyn. just another story, just another person tied to you. i might have been born elsewhere, i might know two different types of struggles; the one out there and the one we share. i'm that girl from brooklyn. i might have made some choices, i might have went to school. but at the end of the day, i'm just that girl from brooklyn. no matter what i do or where i go, i will always be here. i'm trapped. is that bad?

in a way, i think our story is what keeps me here and i know i'm never leaving. but thats too deep... i just trip over how it coulda went down, that isn't necessarily the better option. just couldn't keep myself from sharing this with you.

but then i think about where i woulda been if i never met you... would i even be here?

*ode to brooklyn

ps- brooklyn is just a special nyc state of mind