Why do people change so fast?
Perhaps we're seeing sides of them we didn't see before?
Everyone hates you now, rightfully so, as do I.
The transition wasn't difficult, love to hate.
You gave me plenty of straws to pick a last from.
Still, what keeps the straws from ending in my hand is that you weren't always like this.
This person— so easy to hate.
And no one will ever believe me when I say, there was a time when you were a nice person.
A nice friend, who cared.
Because neither do I.
I read the words you once wrote.
The memories we made.
I see the love, but I don't believe it anymore.
So who do I convince?
No one will ever know you the way I did.
And I do not know if that's a blessing or a curse.
For I will never be able to hate you the way they do.
And yet never love you the way I used to.
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not a poetess, just heartbroken
PoesíaIt is a collection of poems by a writer, not a poetess. Sometimes, tears and pain make you do things you wouldn't usually do. For me, it was writing poems in the form of questions I wish I could ask them. But I can't, so I hope, dear reader, you fin...
