You were my second love, I was eleven
I was not that good at loving you at first
But as I spent more and more time with you
I fell in love. Was it a gift or a curse?
I used to lie on my stomach, in bed with you
Miss out on a couple of hours of TV or sleep
What did it matter? You invoked passion in me
I turned to you when I wanted to laugh or weep.
I used to have a lot of time for you
Spend hours upon hours absorbed
I even said I wanted to spend all my time with you
And someday, I’ll be true to my word.
But for now I must turn my attention
To the world that earns me my keep
And so busy I’ve been lately that I’ve no time for you
And when I do have spare time, I’d rather sleep.
You were my second love, Writing.
Reading was my first.
I’m just busy lately but I want you to know
I miss you so much, it hurts.