I’ve really enjoyed writing poetry/prose from a different person’s perspective recently, so here ya go. Here is my parting gift from senior year, a poem from yours truly.
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I came by yesterday. You still keep the key under the welcome mat.I always pestered you to move it – I was always afraid someone would break in, but you had a tendency to not listen. I was half-hoping that you would be in there when I walked in. Maybe you’d smile at me, with pity because you regret what you did, or you’d cry and hold me because you regret what you did. But that’s in the universe where you regret what you did.I don’t get the pleasure to live there. Live with that version of you.I don’t get the pleasure to live in the universe where it didn’t happen in the first place. Anyways, I was only there to get some of my records. The ones we’d dance to while making breakfast. And there sitting in your window sill were flowers. Fresh pink tulips. Flowers just sitting there. Remember your last birthday? I asked you what your favorite type of flowers were, and you just told me “I don’t like the idea of buying flowers. Its just kind of stupid to buy something that’s gonna die, isn’t it?” And now here you are with fresh Tulips in your window. When did you become the sort of person who bought flowers. I guess things change. Similar to how one day you loved me and the next you didn’t. Things change, people change. I wish they didn’t. I haven’t changed you know. I’m still that same guy. The same guy that was in love with you. Still in love with you to clarify. You’d think its been so long that’d I wouldn’t be anymore. I’ve been seeing this girl for awhile. She’s so great. And I love her, I do, but I think there will always be some part of me that loves you. But I loved the you that hated the concept of buying flowers. I think you aren’t that girl anymore. Please, stop leaving the key under the mat. I want to stop worrying about you.
