I told the stars about you,
The person you used to be
The person I was proud to look at
The person I was proud to have staring back at me.
I tried to tell the stars,
But I drew a blank.
All I could tell them was who I used to be,
Not who I am now.
Not who I created.
As the years gone by,
I quickly lost myself.
I found my book,
The one about my life and why I am the way I am.
Flipping through the pages of my own chapters
Skimming the words and not really taking anything in,
It's my fault.
I don't know who I am,
Because I never paid any attention.
I just wanted to rush into the next chapter.
With every page I turned,
With every chapter I flew through,
I lost myself somewhere between chapter 1 and now.
I used to be proud.
I tore up my old books,
My old self.
Sat down and begun reading the new me.
Begun choosing my chapters and how I wanted them to go.
But now I'm lost.
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I Told The Stars About You...
PoetryLook at that, I promised myself I wouldn't give you power anymore, but here I am writing poems about the way you hurt me. If by chance you stumble across this, and you begin to read the words I have written, please don't mistake this as weakness. I...
