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What Once Was Yours
A Poem
i thought you read me right
when you said i was a simple girl,
but the truth was that i tried every day
just to be someone you may have wanted
but those days are gone, so long gone,
in bites and scraps and burned letters
because i had to let you go along the way
in order to save what was left of my soul
it’s true, what they say,
that you never forget your first —
and i’ve been carrying you for years
as if the memory of you will free me
but you’re the chains holding me down
because you took the keys with you
and i’m lost, so lost, in the maze
of what it meant to hold you close
you left no pity, no mercy, no sanity —
and i was your perfect target
for everything before and after
as if there were no other avenues
i could have bloomed like a flower,
but you would have had no time for me;
i could have wilted like a dying tree,
and you would say it was such a shame
