She’s just a person that I used to know
I don’t anymore, I used to though.
People come into your life.
They are so important for a time.
And then they’re not.
How easily we discard another.
To make our lives simple.
To make our lives easy.
I am not only discarding.
I am discarded as well.
Another odd chapter
In a stranger’s book.
If I even merit a chapter.
Maybe I am only a footnote.
Maybe even a comma,
A brief pause,
In a full rich life.
I am only a person that I used to know.
I don’t anymore, I used to though.
I once was better than this.
A lonely scared person.
Afraid to move forward.
Afraid to move back.
Afraid to take another chance.
With the wounds of the recent past
Still bleeding
Still oozing bitter love.