Distant,
Cold,
Arrogant.
These were the words I used to describe you.
You always joked around,
Anger came naturally to you.
You never made me feel like I was yours,
Always avoiding the word "commitment."
I could never define my place with you.
I saw glimpses of you here and there,
Moments when you showed emotion,
Making me doubt the words I used for you.
But you always reverted to your old ways.
Until that one time,
Your cries still echo in my mind,
Your voice cracking,
Your lungs struggling for breath.
A pain so deep I felt it in my heart.
I heard part of your story,
I felt all of your pain.
In that moment, your voice was vulnerable.
Our stories were different, but our pain was mirrored.
Hearing your cries brought tears to my eyes.
Oh, to be young and in pain.
In your eyes, I saw a younger me,
A reflection of lonely tortured souls seeking freedom from agony.
I remembered mirroring the same cold behavior at your age.
How do I tell you it doesn’t get better?
You just keep pushing forward,
Hoping that by the time you reach my age, you’ll understand.
I hope I won't have outgrown you by then.
