There's something about being loved differently...
you don't get use to it,
not as quickly as you'd think.
Being used to the mean looks,
the anxiety of whats next,
and the sadness that came after happiness.
It was easier feeling stuck—
for some strange reason—
rather than this:
Feeling loved,
wanted,
and cared for.
The change is sudden,
unexpected,
and downright off-putting.
I'm so used to your scowls,
your eyes exhausted,
and your voice dead.
It's hard to get accustomed to this new you...
the one who's eyes sparkles at the sight of mine,
and who's voice is full of energy accompanied by a smile.
It's hard to transition,
because all my mind thinks is:
"When will things get bad again?"
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023
