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Who Are You (Anymore)?
Who are you anymore?
I use to know you,
not on this site
but in person.
I dated you.
Loved you.
Was your friend.
But when I read your poems.
It's like you're a stranger.
Some anonymous writer.
I feel so sick reading your words.
But at the same time,
I can't stop reading them.
I need to read your poems.
Watching your life unfold,
like a new flower's petals in the spring.
I needed to watch your life in words,
like I use to watch you sleep.
I need to feel you forget me,
like I use to feel you breathe.
I wish that I could stop these tears.
I'm happy now, with him.
Without you.
But watching you,
Watching your life.
Without me...
It makes me feel like,
I'm losing my mind.
Losing who I am suppose to be.
But still I watch you write,
read your words.
Maybe I'll see a final message to me,
or something of the sort.
I'll never be done with you.
And I can never allow you to be done with me.
I loved you.
Who you use to be.
I don't like the person you made me become.
Or the person that you became.
So I read your poems.
Your whispered words.
Your anonymous writing(s)
I read them and I wonder.
Who are you (anymore)?
I use to know you,
not on this site
but in person.
I dated you.
Loved you.
Was your friend.
But when I read your poems.
It's like you're a stranger.
Some anonymous writer.
I feel so sick reading your words.
But at the same time,
I can't stop reading them.
I need to read your poems.
Watching your life unfold,
like a new flower's petals in the spring.
I needed to watch your life in words,
like I use to watch you sleep.
I need to feel you forget me,
like I use to feel you breathe.
I wish that I could stop these tears.
I'm happy now, with him.
Without you.
But watching you,
Watching your life.
Without me...
It makes me feel like,
I'm losing my mind.
Losing who I am suppose to be.
But still I watch you write,
read your words.
Maybe I'll see a final message to me,
or something of the sort.
I'll never be done with you.
And I can never allow you to be done with me.
I loved you.
Who you use to be.
I don't like the person you made me become.
Or the person that you became.
So I read your poems.
Your whispered words.
Your anonymous writing(s)
I read them and I wonder.
Who are you (anymore)?
Published 14th Mar 2012
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14th Mar 2012 7:40am
I read this knowing exactly how this feels. To read the writing of someone you love but feel like you never really knew. An amazing read and I look forward to reading more of your work. :)
