When I was 15
When I was 15, I knew the end would come for me in 4 rings
Soon I would be ripped from under my mother’s wings
Thrusted into this cold world that I had yet to experience
Away from the comfortable confines of my blissful ignorance
That’s when the last of my rose gold lenses shattered
I cut my fingers on its beautiful shards, oh how it glittered
Bleeding with false hope, I wished its batter better, but it never mattered
Nothing looked like how I remembered
My parents were no longer together
But I was still in a tether
I still had to choose, which colored me blue
Why can’t I choose myself instead of one of you two
For once in my life truly I didn’t know what to do
I didn’t know who I wanted to be
Some days all I wanted to hear was “me too”
And others I felt like I was the only one in the world, just let me be
But today I know it’s ok not be ok
Its ok to walk in circles and keep my feelings at bay
I learned to live in the moment
And living in the past is potent
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