Part 2 - Everything I am
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This is the second part of my poem Everything You Weren't available here Link, I've never given much thought to writing poems with multiple parts, but thus far I'm pleased with how this worked out. Thanks for reading.
Then I knew,
your new one,
reminded me a lot of someone,
I knew -
I used to know him.
This realization,
it made me smile,
again,
in ways unexpected,
again,
only this time entirely prepared.
I would never claim,
that you make hasty selections,
especially when you would suffer,
just as much as I,
for a rushed decision.
The easiest difficulty, is to admit you're in good hands,
and arms,
and though I've made every effort,
to be saddened,
I'm proud,
and calmed,
take a deep breathe me out and sigh,
I'm relieved.
I knowingly waited,
to be alone in my car when Mason Jennings says:
"The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies."
I am,
the past,
and you've made me beautiful,
in every shade,
of twilight and dawn.
Truly,
I've been whoever I am now,
as a portion of you,
and however you add up your,
used to's,
with present tensions.
I can feel the pressure,
in my chest,
and these tears,
can put out the same flames.
I've saved up,
lots of luck and good fortune,
not only occasions like this,
but for this one in particular.
Sealed with future cafe run-ins,
where we have every intention,
of playing catch-up,
though neither is running away.
So with grace, we request second helpings,
of less than awkward,
in dark depth,
and quiet deafenings.
Now I sleep soundly,
knowing you sleep,
next to one,
who is,
everything I am,
nothing that I was.
Then I knew,
your new one,
reminded me a lot of someone,
I knew -
I used to know him.
This realization,
it made me smile,
again,
in ways unexpected,
again,
only this time entirely prepared.
I would never claim,
that you make hasty selections,
especially when you would suffer,
just as much as I,
for a rushed decision.
The easiest difficulty, is to admit you're in good hands,
and arms,
and though I've made every effort,
to be saddened,
I'm proud,
and calmed,
take a deep breathe me out and sigh,
I'm relieved.
I knowingly waited,
to be alone in my car when Mason Jennings says:
"The past is beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies."
I am,
the past,
and you've made me beautiful,
in every shade,
of twilight and dawn.
Truly,
I've been whoever I am now,
as a portion of you,
and however you add up your,
used to's,
with present tensions.
I can feel the pressure,
in my chest,
and these tears,
can put out the same flames.
I've saved up,
lots of luck and good fortune,
not only occasions like this,
but for this one in particular.
Sealed with future cafe run-ins,
where we have every intention,
of playing catch-up,
though neither is running away.
So with grace, we request second helpings,
of less than awkward,
in dark depth,
and quiet deafenings.
Now I sleep soundly,
knowing you sleep,
next to one,
who is,
everything I am,
nothing that I was.
