I used to love

by yourbaebeth

March 26, 2024

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.

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yourbaebethMar 26, 2024

<p class="p1" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-kerning: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-feature-settings: normal; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-variation-settings: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">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. </span></p>