I wasn't trying to change you.
I was helplessly in love with you.
I was trying to hold on to the boy with the bright smile,
And was desperately trying to convince the man he had become to still care about me.
I wasn't trying to change you.
I was trying to hold on to who you used to be.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.