What Was and Used To Be
What Counts;
the air in my lungs
the blood in my veins
the love in my heart
the thoughts in my head
What mattered;
it used to be only you
the way we felt
the times we had
together we were-now used to be
What Is;
a cold silence interrupted by none
hated memories fresh within us
brings up the past more than the future
anxiety turning our heads back
quickens our pace to get away
startling our hearts
wasting precious energy
What Used To Be;
together
eachother's
happy
warm
What I Am;
doubtful
stress-free
untrusting
tired
tired of you.
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