Original Poetry, Original Writing

The Old You

The person standing before me
Is not the person I met.
Not the person I fell for
All those years ago.
Whoever you are now,
Whatever you’ve become,
I despise it.
You’re almost a stranger,
I can’t even recognise you
Underneath all the lies you wear
On your chest.
The old you was the one who gave me butterflies.
This you only gives me tears and regret.
I’d do everything I could to get the old you back.
I understand the time changes people,
But who you’ve become is someone
I can and never could bring myself to love.
Wherever you are, I want the old you back.
The one that gave three kisses maximum at the end of a text,
But always gave me four.


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