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Warm

Amiable

Spontaneous

Tender

Impeccable

Naive

Gleaming

 

Yelling

Overwhelming

Unleashing

Realizing

 

Tears

Idiocy

Memories

End

 

For this poem, I designed an acrostic. The experience that made me realize I wasn’t a child anymore was my first breakup. In the first stanza, we see all adjectives that describe ‘honeymoon’ phase; the first few months. The second stanza include all verbs ending in ‘ing’. These verbs depict when the relationship began to turn down-hill. The last stanza, distributed with nouns, paraphrase what it felt like to realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, and what I put myself through. There are a lot of hidden messages in this poem, most of which can’t be seen in an overlook. Let me explain. The reason why I chose different parts of speech (adjectives, verbs and nouns) resemble the way a person can transform so easily, like you’re not even aware of it. That’s what he did. If I could tell myself one message about this experience before it actually happened, please read the first initials of each line. That’s what I was doing. Wasting my time. Putting effort into someone who doesn’t even give a quarter back is humiliating. I know now to have a transparent wall up when I first meet someone. I’m still friendly, heart-warming and outgoing, but will be cautious with opening up and how I do it. Thank you.

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