You Weren't the One, Afterall
an original poem by Jason White
I told you you'd be the one who got away. But every time I look in my rearview you fade more each day. You were right about one thing baby. We could never make it. But you're why is where you failed to see. Trust me when I say, baby, it's all you, it really isn't me. I tried to see something that wasn't there. Not even a little. Just like the Jinn you pulled the veil over my eyes and proceeded to eat me alive. Sucking my soul dry while a dreamed a beautiful lie. I barely escaped your poisonous disease. If it weren't for the truest of love I'd be another victim. I told you that you'd be the one who got away, but I don't even know what you looked like anymore.
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Jason White
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
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