I ripped into every molecule of myself after you were gone, experimented with my mental state, made myself into a kid's science kit. I got myself high until I realized that just wouldn't work anymore.
I changed myself at first to try to get you to come back to me. But I am like an apple that leaves a sense of bitterness at the first bite - you don't sense the sweetness until later. Once I realized you were gone for good, I taught myself how to be a person I couldn't hate for the same reasons anymore. I metamorphosized into a person who would apologize first no matter whose fault it was.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
