I cry for the you of the past,
the beginning that didn’t last.
The you between what you became and now.
But somehow,
I know nothing will ever be the same.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the one to blame.
I rushed this.
I flew right in
and forced you to sweep me off my feet.
Let you treat me the way that you do,
the way that you did.
Unsure when to put a lid on this
and call it done.
Wondering if you were ever really the one
as this love affair flounders and dies.
Are we both living a lie?
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Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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