More About Me

I sometimes long to have held closer the ones that I loved

And yet, I also wish to have never held on at all

Letting go is like running away from home

You want to get as far away as possible

But at the end of it all

You just want to go home to the ones you love

My heart is sometimes half full

And at other times half empty

It's glued together and scarred

From the times it's been broken and then fixed

But every time I fall in love

A little chip of my heart is replaced

With a little piece of the one I once held dear

Those people I will always love

No matter what they've done to me

Because I don't have enough room for hate

I know one day, that all my dear friends will be gone

Replaced by the grown up life that awaits us all

Sometimes, it's almost like I bring that day closer

I wish to be smarter, more mature than my peers

And because of that

I become less and less like the child I once was

And thinking about it now,

That's the last thing I want

I tell myself that I should be more carefree

But once you grow up

It can be a challenge to become young once again

My poetry, I'm not sure what about it is so special

Is it the feeling? The rhythm? The message?

I will never know for sure

All I can say is that it just flows

It's my form of meditation

Letting out everything that troubles me so

To gain some sort of inner peace


(P.S. I wrote this in February)