Future Back

I miss the girl

(I used)

to be

before I saw the boy

(I used)

to love

a guy I thought I missed,

and misguided thoughts I had

— preceding epically misguided action–

banished me to adulthood forever

where magic is tragically misspelled

& signs are just directions on roads,

where soulmates are orthopedic inserts

& always is subjective,

where love is one-dimensional

& butterflies are only exhibits,

Hope sinking there

–as suns did–

Stars dimming, yon

–as lessons illuminate–

verse just the suffix

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