I read your old notes today. Funny, how they make me remember so much. Things I had forgotton... little, unimportant things that seem so important now. Maybe that's what happened to us. You told me that I never believed you when you said that you loved me. And I didn't. But your notes mean something more now. They show me how wrong I had been. I can see what you went through with me. How I kept you all to myself so that you could hardly breath. How I preached to you about love when there was so many things that I needed to learn. Maybe you pitied me when I spoke... saw me as a small girl, trying to show the world how big she was. How long you had tried to tell me... tried to hang on to be easy on me. I don't know if I will be able to tell you and show you that I understand now, but I think that you will know that this small girl sees her own reflection in her mirror and recognizes it as herself.Birth sign: Not entered
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