first love (from first love competition)

In moonlit corridors of my memory
A dusty labyrinth of could have been
Close to where I left my regrets
He lives
His eyes were steel and my heart was in his fist
I thought it was love; Harlequin said so
I'd turn his head to happily ever after
And he'd wonder how he'd live without me
While I picked out China patterns
Watching colors dance from my diamond ring
His sock was inside out
Under my bed
I could still feel his impression
inside me
warming me inside out

But then the way he hit
The way my eye exploded then throbbed
Of course he's 'sorry'; they're always 'sorry'
Sorry came in so many colors
Violet, black, then faded green, yellow
Nobody falls in love
With a damn fool.