The person I used to be
can never come back,
because I won't let her.
She was naïve.
She let her emotions dictate her life.
She was explosive and reckless.
She did the best she could though, and I'll forever' respect her for that.
But
This new person that I have become,came at a price that there is no refunds for.
Unimaginable loss.
Tragedy.
Pain.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
The lessons that I had to learn burned the old me alive.
With no guidance or survival guide the only thing that was left to do was transform.
It feels like a whole lifetime has passed,
a whole different time and place.
But if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see her weeping face.
-Midnight poet
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