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
for
ads.
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