I wish I could tell you,
and have you understand—
that you are you,
and I am me.
We put so many years between us,
and in all that time, you’ve changed nothing,
while I’ve had to change everything about me.
Just please understand—
I am a locust,
and you are a tree.
I lay dormant for years,
by your side, if only by circumstance.
I shed my skin again and again,
while you sat still—
unrelenting in your ways,
unmoving through the seasons,
resistant to the surrounding decay.
I pray you understand,
as I only have this to say—
you and I were born in the same forest,
and you expected me to stay?
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
I wish I could tell you,
and have you understand—
that you are you,
and I am me.
We put so many years between us,
and in all that time, you’ve changed nothing,
while I’ve had to change everything about me.
Just please understand—
I am a locust,
and you are a tree.
I lay dormant for years,
by your side, if only by circumstance.
I shed my skin again and again,
while you sat still—
unrelenting in your ways,
unmoving through the seasons,
resistant to the surrounding decay.
I pray you understand,
as I only have this to say—
you and I were born in the same forest,
and you expected me to stay?
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