there's this thing about change that really gets to me. that yesterday i was so in love and then everything gets messed up and now i'm sitting here crying and listening to poetry written by some who may be worse off than me, but i'll never really know. he's always going to be the one i love, the one my heart goes back to, or i get the sick feeling when someone mentions his name with some other girl's next to it. the problem with change is that the present changes, but the memories don't go away. you're stuck with them and you can't just chose to forget. you may miss someone for a lifetime or a brief second but the pain's still the same. change is stupid and always will be to me. the way things can so easily get so messed up and a happy person can go from being depressed with the snap of a finger.
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
