Cycle

 

    It all happened so fast.

The rise and fall.

The thrill of it all.

Life seemed to know we needed to awaken into the reality around us,

or at least I did.

That is how it always seemed to go anyways.

I was always caring more about things.

Loving more,

Fixing more,

Crying more,

Growing more.

So much more.

You seemed to single handedly know how to make me feel like I was both on top of the world and also six feet below it.

I learned to do exactly the same

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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