Izzy's "First Love" looks at what a first romance means once it's over. The speaker begins with a plain claim: first loves aren't meant to last, yet they start everything. The repeated lines about the first kiss and the first breakup, each "the first of many," make love sound like a cycle you'll go through again and again.
The feeling is bittersweet but mostly calm. The speaker admits the "high" of love and its pain, and says both pull you back in. Then comes acceptance: all things end. Looking back, small moments that seemed unimportant suddenly matter, and the speaker smiles instead of grieving. The short, flat lines ("It was fun / And now you move on") give the poem a relaxed, almost matter-of-fact tone.
The ending shifts the idea. If every new love will be "your first love," then the label isn't about order. It's about how fresh and intense each love feels. The mood is hopeful, wistful, and gently reassuring.