Tell me everything

I remember my first true love
I feel hurt every time I think of her
We have not spoken in a long while
They admire how calm I am.
He perceives that love goes anyway
I hear that love stories come with knives
The taste of hurt is like blood and caramel.
I relax with music, liquor and wine
The best way to live is to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

Younglan Talyoung