So much has changed
Since I last laid eyes on you.
You have come into your own,
I am nearly unrecognizable to you.
We have traded places.
Where once I held you on a pedestal,
Your interpretation of who I have become
Is generous compared to my true self.
I wonder, when our paths cross again,
Will you see how much I have changed,
Or will we fall into old habits,
Leading me to grovel at your feet yet again?
A small present from years ago, meant for you,
Still shelved in my basement,
Waiting to for the comfort of its real home,
An indication that I have not let you go.
Your image increasingly haunts my thoughts,
So am I devolving, falling back in time?
Or is this a newer me,
Gravitating to a better you by the will of the universe?
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First Love, Twice
PoetryThey say you shouldn't spend too much time in the past, I disagree. I think you should reflect on your past to be able to better your future. These poems are memories of my first real love, my first real heartbreak. Check it out if you want to walk...
