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

& soulmates are orthopedic inserts

Where “always” is subjective,

& love is one-dimensional

& butterflies are only exhibits

Hope sinking there

–as sun does–

Stars dimming, yon

–as lessons illuminate–

Perpetual Winter setting in

–as climate shifts–

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