First Of Sorts Poem by Poetry Falcon

The first of sorts its seems

New in number, clean in life
Young but first
He is first of many things

The numbers race I got him beat
He's just a baby you see
Don't be fooled, he can see deeper than most
Understand what most can't even perceive
He is first of many things

The thought of love was lost
Frayed by the scante warrior, no hope for me.
Until he stopped me in my path
Disrupting the path I chose
Solitude is what I chose, my choice
But now my choice is not mine
For he encroaches my thoughts feverishly
A feeling I feverishly want to fade away
He is first of many things

And desire
Well, I'm its puppet
His puppet waiting patiently
Yes, patiently waiting for him to make a move
But his move is slow, intermittent
His heart is intermittent obviously
He obviously doesn't know what to do
Thinks he will do right by his child
But his child will suffer more I know
Because my own life let me know that was so
He is first of many things

This thing I'm doing right now
Every now and then I write
I write to breathe, to release
Longing to release the discomfort I feel within
This feeling within is hard to ignore
Because you can't ignore something that is forbidden
Maybe not forbidden but unattainable
Can't believe he is unattainable for me
Because all of me has never been rejected
It is being rejected that has me infatuated
Yes, I'm infatuated by this crazy circumstance
Because circumstance has never made me the loser
He is first of many things