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There’s a girl who mirrors my every move—
   it makes me afraid of my own reflection.
And if I’m biting time,
  then please— serve me a couple seconds.
I should’ve loved you better, much earlier…
  so I’ll be with you in a second.

Let me shield my eyes— watching you put
on your armour, decorating your smile,
 you’re a mouthful of colour.
A love picked from the bunch,
  too rare not to treat like a flower.
First as a friend, protective as kin—
even when your salty remarks
 mistake pamper for pepper.
Your attraction? In mint condition—
     a treat like a peppermint.

My skin’s a little tinted, my cries tilt
a little sideways— these long-*** messages
   just to keep you from trailing behind.
Smiling beside you, you give me food
  for thought, and a kind word on the side.

It’s hard to find the genuinely kind.
      But you?
You’re a rare kind— the kind I’d hold
on to, if only I knew how.
Gabriel Yale Jan 15
In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,  
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.  
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"  
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."  

The street outside, through glass so dim,  
I step out, the world feels grim.  
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,  
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.  

Her smile stays, my love remains.
This poem captures the deep nostalgia of returning to a past home, a place intertwined with past memories and emotions. The protagonist’s longing is not just for the home but for a time shared with someone special, a girl who represents both the past and the future. Though the pain is palpable, his desire to be with her and share this moment overrides it. The shattered glass symbolizes the delicate balance between vulnerability and love, where moments of joy are often tinged with unacknowledged hurt. In the end, his love for her remains constant, even as he hides his wounds in order to stay together.

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