Some days,
I feel more in touch with you than id like.
Some days, I like to look at you as the past version of myself,
other days,
I look at you
as a piece of me that won’t go away.
I wish you could unlearn all of the things that you were forced to realize;
I wish you could relearn some of the things I used to have.
The timing was ill-starred.
I parted with you as quickly as you came.
You always seem to come back to me at the most unfortunate times.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m no longer who you are.
Maybe,
at this time,
I am simply a version of myself that resents you.
Maybe,
soon,
there will be another version of me
that is nothing
like you.
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Author:
V (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 5th, 2022 00:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I have to live with your consequences. I wish you were erased.
- Category: Letter
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Comments1
forgive me, dear Poet
I read your words and couldn't help
but try to poetically reciprocate
the similar, realisations
I have come across..
thank you for choosing to share
and for inspiring my little scribble..
(sadly, it takes a while for
those wear and tear, creases
in our faces, to show up
yet
those bruises in our heart's
are stamped, daily
like, instantaneous
is our only
speed of reality, in our life's
annals
of pain and misery..
so
in morning's, we look
at a reflection, stuck
in the past
till
someday, unknowingly
the reverse
becomes our reality
where, those betraying wrinkles
insure
we start looking at a reflection
far
too - removed, from our sense
of Youthful, self..
ergo
'life be slow to progress, till
it's ephemeral speed, races
to our, End..'
best
to find, a speed
somewhere in-Between
where
we fight, to recognise
ourselves
in that betraying, distorted
image, reflecting
in our mind's, muddy rivers..
i think)
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