When I meet you now,
do you recognize me?
I barely recognized myself,
what do you see in my eyes?
Do you still see the love sick girl
I was once, for you,
hiding somewhere in the blue,
or as you watch me,
do you see something new?
Time healed it,
whatever it was,
and I no longer dream
of being in your arms,
when I got there,
I was not welcomed.
And when you see me now,
don't expect to recognize me,
because not once did you
ask me who I was,
and now, you're too late
to ever know.
Author notes
I did it... this is it, I have no use for him now, except to use him for my poetry.
let me know
Comments
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nice poem. i like the certainty in it, poetry is a good way to move on from people by writing out what you feel its just like picking up a fresh piece of paper and new ink in a pen. time is a great healer and all you had was time, i'm glad you're over it. seriously you deserve better.love ya.xxx
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