An Ode to My (the) First
by Teryn Tominaga
To you who they say to be right
In the Wrong moment
I refuse to let you be but a memory
Yet as was our agreement
To you who I so easily adore
My mind lost in our abyss
To turn strangers
Would hurt more than your kiss
To you who in a few
Moon phases we submerged
Exchanges of affinity
Free of the forgotten world
To you who seeks penance
For where is the crime?
Howbeit it appears
Shunning the budding months of yours and mine
To you who brought forth
Sweet words, lullabies made
I fell in love with how
My affections weren’t repaid
To you who resides in my mind
I hear you in melodies
See you, flickering on film
Yet I want no remedy
To you whom I reassured
Has my accord without fumble
I was always a liar
Where do I land as I crumble?
To you, a deemed “bad idea”
Though never a fault
I’ll pretend not to feel for you
Let me fall, let me fall
To you who I found holding my heart
Whereby you selfishly returned
Time turns it to frost
I’d rather it had burned
To you, in who’s clumsy vines
I’d been caught
How could you release me?
Yours, until I’m not
In the Wrong moment
I refuse to let you be but a memory
Yet as was our agreement
To you who I so easily adore
My mind lost in our abyss
To turn strangers
Would hurt more than your kiss
To you who in a few
Moon phases we submerged
Exchanges of affinity
Free of the forgotten world
To you who seeks penance
For where is the crime?
Howbeit it appears
Shunning the budding months of yours and mine
To you who brought forth
Sweet words, lullabies made
I fell in love with how
My affections weren’t repaid
To you who resides in my mind
I hear you in melodies
See you, flickering on film
Yet I want no remedy
To you whom I reassured
Has my accord without fumble
I was always a liar
Where do I land as I crumble?
To you, a deemed “bad idea”
Though never a fault
I’ll pretend not to feel for you
Let me fall, let me fall
To you who I found holding my heart
Whereby you selfishly returned
Time turns it to frost
I’d rather it had burned
To you, in who’s clumsy vines
I’d been caught
How could you release me?
Yours, until I’m not
Teryn Tominaga is an undergraduate student at Pacific University majoring in Literature, pursuing a minor in creative writing. She yearns to spill her dreams over page and put down her woes in ink, pulling inspiration from the life she's lived and the many lives yet to come. What is to become of her writing she does not know, but her pieces anchor her to the ground as her dreams soar high.