If you ever get the chance to redo life, do me a favor. No, it's not a favor- you owe me. Don't try to make right the past ways you wounded me. I am trying to forget they happened presently. Don't try to take different paths than the ones you chose the first time.
Do me a favor and never "love" me. Never playfully bump into my arm at football games. Send me boring texts where there's no possible way for me to reply. Don't roam your eyes across the school field searching for mine.
No matter how much 15 year old me won't understand why you couldn't love. And why she felt the endless pain of loneliness, I will know I've saved her from pain way worse. She'll never understand, but the universe will know, it was the best for me.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
