All my life,
I have been told that change is important.
But I have been told all the wrong reasons.
Change,
For me,
Is a bittersweet moment.
Seeing your old best friend find someone
That you know will fit them better.
Taking all of the hurt inside of you,
And while you're not quite healed yet,
Seeing change as moving closer to taking the hurt
And kissing it goodbye, saying
"I'm ready to start again."
Change is finally being the one to break the cycle,
Even though you know
You'll be hated for it.
Change, very much like winter
fading away to make way for the rebirth of spring,
Can also be a very beautiful thing
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
