Time has passed, I love, I wish
A poem of regrets and reminiscence
I saw you again today
Walking with your friends, laughing away
I walk past, moving on with my day
Is what I wish happened
You've always been a special kind of hell for me
One glance, and the dam breaks loose
I love you, I love you
But do I really love you?
I am always quick to fall
Heart racing, imagination skipping
It all happens so fast
Keeping me in a prison from the past
I am always quick to fall
But my eyes are forever veiled
A sheet of ignorance enveloping my eyes
When did you start to change?
Standing on my own
Drowning in a sea of unknown
Faces around me, all so blurry
When did you become a stranger to me?
I fell in love with the people I used to know
Figments of my past, memories long left behind
Times change, people change
Yet I cling dearly to the warmth of familiarity
I love late-night talks
I loved your sweet voice
I love discovering new things
I loved it when you taught me something new
I love feeling connected
I loved sharing bits of my life with you
I love feeling understood
I loved the simple words of comfort you offered me
I love, I love, I love
I love you so
Everything I love leads back to you
And it hurts
The grip of nostalgia holds me tight
A tight rope around my neck
Pulling me back to the past
I wish things never changed
I wish I were here with you
I wish I could have been there for you
I wish I had seen the signs
I wish I hadn't been so blind
I wish for your happiness
I wish for your freedom
I wish you all the best
I wish I could be free like you
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish I weren't so selfish
I wish I didn't care so much
I wish I were free from the trap you set for me
In this limbo
I count the days
Sometimes wanting to curse your name
Sometimes wondering where I had gone wrong
But you're gone now
A mere phantom in my past
You pass me by and I pretend I don't see
It hurts to see you so
About the Creator
Xera Young
Beginner writer trying to improve by exploring both my own world and the worlds that my silly little characters live in. Where is the line drawn between fantasy and reality?
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