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The Difference Between You & Me
Your life stands frozen, anchored in place.
My life moves forward, step by step.
You are stuck in a black and white, faded moment.
I'm living in screaming color, constant motion.
Your life is dead.
Mine is still breathing.
You are still here, waiting and doing what you're told.
I'm leaving, moving on, nobody's grasp on me can hold.
You are a child playing dress-up in an adult world.
I have matured with a child's heart as I've learned to grow.
You do not know how to love, you fall in & out of it too easily.
I am a romantic, falling in love with everything, and it always has meaning.
We are so different, you and I.
How were we even ever friends?
Let alone anything more.
You're so. . . you.
And I'm so much better when it's just me.
I knew, deep in my mind, we'd never work out.
Your parents always said I was holding you back.
When the truth is, I wasn't holding you from doing anything.
You could go whenever you wanted.
And so you did when you felt it was right to go.
As for me, I wanted to leave for so long.
But you wouldn't let me leave.
So I pushed and kicked and screamed.
And eventually, I broke f r e e.
And I've never been happier until I got you away from me.
That is the difference between you and me.
You left because you were wounded.
I hurt you so you'd leave me be.
I was slowly dying.
Your love became a ball and chain.
You never made my heart flutter.
You gave me loads of anxiety, a breaking heart constantly balancing under pressure.
Your parents said I was holding you back.
When you were holding me hostage, slave and prisoner all the same.
I wanted love, something you could never give me.
So I found someone to love me.
And then I learned to love myself.
And you will never learn to do either of those things.
As long you'll live, you'll pretend to love someone while hating yourself.
And you will never be happy.
Because the person that gave you everything, you took for granted.
And I hope you'll always think of me.
I hope you read my words, poetry and prose alike.
See my life in photographs, watch my life in a slideshow of snapshots.
Understand the girl that you lost, the girl you never really knew.
The girl that I finally became without you or anyone's help.
Held you back?
You should be thanking me, I'm the one that set you free.
But you won't, while I will (thank you, I mean).
But I guess that's just one of the many differences between you & me.
My life moves forward, step by step.
You are stuck in a black and white, faded moment.
I'm living in screaming color, constant motion.
Your life is dead.
Mine is still breathing.
You are still here, waiting and doing what you're told.
I'm leaving, moving on, nobody's grasp on me can hold.
You are a child playing dress-up in an adult world.
I have matured with a child's heart as I've learned to grow.
You do not know how to love, you fall in & out of it too easily.
I am a romantic, falling in love with everything, and it always has meaning.
We are so different, you and I.
How were we even ever friends?
Let alone anything more.
You're so. . . you.
And I'm so much better when it's just me.
I knew, deep in my mind, we'd never work out.
Your parents always said I was holding you back.
When the truth is, I wasn't holding you from doing anything.
You could go whenever you wanted.
And so you did when you felt it was right to go.
As for me, I wanted to leave for so long.
But you wouldn't let me leave.
So I pushed and kicked and screamed.
And eventually, I broke f r e e.
And I've never been happier until I got you away from me.
That is the difference between you and me.
You left because you were wounded.
I hurt you so you'd leave me be.
I was slowly dying.
Your love became a ball and chain.
You never made my heart flutter.
You gave me loads of anxiety, a breaking heart constantly balancing under pressure.
Your parents said I was holding you back.
When you were holding me hostage, slave and prisoner all the same.
I wanted love, something you could never give me.
So I found someone to love me.
And then I learned to love myself.
And you will never learn to do either of those things.
As long you'll live, you'll pretend to love someone while hating yourself.
And you will never be happy.
Because the person that gave you everything, you took for granted.
And I hope you'll always think of me.
I hope you read my words, poetry and prose alike.
See my life in photographs, watch my life in a slideshow of snapshots.
Understand the girl that you lost, the girl you never really knew.
The girl that I finally became without you or anyone's help.
Held you back?
You should be thanking me, I'm the one that set you free.
But you won't, while I will (thank you, I mean).
But I guess that's just one of the many differences between you & me.
Published 14th Dec 2014
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