You don’t love me.
You’re infatuated
with the idea of me.

The things you want
only exist in your head.

You don’t know me.
You remember who I was before,
but the person I used to be

is not the same
as the one I am now.

I did not wait for you.
I am not interested in
fulfilling anyones teenage fantasies

except my own. I refuse to slow down
just so you can catch up.

C

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