I know almost everything,
about the old you.
The dork who loved Pokémon.
The misfit, who wandered through cliques.
The daredevil, who painted the school red.
The boy, who loved dragons,
a little more than what is acceptable.
I want to know more about the new you.
You've changed so much over the summer.
Where did the old you go?
Is he gone forever?
In that case,
I will start over, with the new you.
Even if it means destroying the old us.
YOU ARE READING
Byproducts of Thoughts Concerning You
ПоэзияA collection of short poems, painting the pictures of you, who will never love me back.
