I wish I wasn't me.
Then maybe things would be easy.

If I could cup the stars in my hands
for a second they might glow,
then catch ablaze
and melt away

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into an infinity,
of swirling illuminated darkness.
Not all beautiful things are meant to be held

when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder, but a glimpse on who I will be.
This will not be the last you hear from me,
for I'll always be there for you.

I changed and aged into someone better,
not because I chose to, but because I had you in my corner. My life differs than that it was a year ago, and you're to thanks.
Even though we have drifted apart, and the situation we are in will always destroy me in the inside. But I'll still be kicking and screaming, for I am alive.

So when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder of our times spent together, but a glimpse on who I am, Who I was, and who I will be. And hopefully down the road, this will not be a bitter reminder to me on who we where, what we had, but, hopefully, as I pray everyday, *what we will be..