You think that I don't miss you, for we have changed our ways,
And believe that, in fact, the thought of you will faze.
You have never been more wrong, in your entire life.
How could I forget you, even in all my strife?
You believe that I hate you, after what you did to me.
How dare you even think this? You helped my eyes to see.
You opened my mind to worlds unknown, and, quite frankly, I'm shocked.
I never knew what I now know; before, the world was locked.
You held the key to the tight, shut door. And with that, you walked away,
thinking that I wouldn't want you.
Why would you think I'd say,
"You are not important. You're nothing now to me.
Walk away, you peasant, for now I've sights to see."?
You are quite the opposite, and I truly wouldn't know
what I would do if you left me, forever you will go.
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A/N: So I'm kinda in a mood, as you can see. A friend of mine recently contacted me. And, well, I made this.
Also, the reason why it says "You (1)" is because I know for a fact I'm going to be making more poems about different people.
<3
