I can’t quite decide whether change and I have a healthy relationship-
I didn’t meet him until I was twelve,
When he decided it was the right time to introduce himself
I didn’t understand him, or why he came
But I shook his hand and made sure to be a lady
I figured we might as well get off to a good start
He introduced me to new people
I liked them, and he took me to new places
He showed me there were parts of myself
That were difficult, and he told me to embrace them
At this point I began to cry when he strolled by
And I hoped he would avoid me
But then he decided to leave me
And show up at my best friends door
At this point I decided I hated him, I hated Change and I swore he could only cause hell
I screamed in his face and told him to never come back
That everyone would be better off without him
But Change has a way of showing up
Even when he is not wanted nor asked for
A year ago now he appeared at my door
Holding a bouquet of yellow roses
He said this is my gift to you,
This will make you think highly of me
And he was right, I thanked change and I kissed him for his gift
But as he left I wasn’t sad, I felt relieved for his absence
The problem is that he has returned to me now
And he keeps asking me the same question
He asks; how do you feel about me
And how will you choose to accept me
Because surely you can hate me
But I will always return