I used to love

I used to love taking photos 

I used to love putting on makeup 

I used to love getting dressed up 

I used to love going out 

I used to love seeing you 

 

I can’t take photos 

I can’t look at myself 

I cant put on makeup without crying 

I can’t dress nice 

I don’t fit nice clothes anymore 

I can’t bear the thought of you 

 

when you’re a kid, you don’t care 

nobody cares 

nobody’s opinions matter 

as you grow up, they all do 

they matter too much 

So much that you change 

But you did the worst 

 

I want to love it all 

I want to have fun

I want to be happy 

I want to love the way I used to love 

I want to forget you 

 

I used to love you 

I used to love the fun you brought 

now you only bring pain and doubt 

I used to love myself, now I don’t 

I used to love. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

yourbaebeth

In this poem, the pronoun “you” is thought of as a lost love the writer has had feelings for in the past but had her heartbroken. It can be seen this way. Also, it can be used as a metaphor, the term “you” can be social media/society expectations. It’s about how we can be brought down by the world. Before expectations, we would love ourselves our own way. 

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