Then I thought of you as a person of glory.
Then I didn't know who you really were.
Then you were the sun and I just circled around you.
But now I circle around someone else.
I was yours and you were mine.
Only you didn't want me to be yours.
You send "I love you, and I adore you"
But you don't know the person you are adoring.
I was 5 years old taking on a role of an adult.
Was that the person you adore?
Because it can't the the person I am now.
I am the independent young woman my step-mother raised me to be.
The person I needed to be to grow up without you.
Still taking on the role of daughter.
But
The daughter you left.
Well.
She left holding your hand.
