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Poetry

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Something New

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

I honestly thought I knew you

Time-wise, I would say for about 7 years

Friend wise, we didn't start talking until high school

Emotion wise, it felt like forever

But the fact of the matter is

Even to this day, I'm still learning about you

Granted, you rarely come up in my mind

And the vast majority of my conversations

Do not mention you at all

But still, I always find something about you

That I didn't know

Let alone ever asked you

But how is it that I've never asked you before?

Some of the things that I've discovered

Were things that should never be asked

Which is why I never knew

But I find it insulting to find out those vitals

From someone else

As if they even had the right to disclose that

And looking back at everything I've learned

I remembered why I never asked you

The fact of the matter is

I never wanted to find out