you think you love me,
you think you fell;
I was you, once before—
romantic, lively, and well;

I was a collection
of muse and song,
no version of love
could have possibly been wrong;

but I know now
from what I’ve gone through,
the depths of pain
have made me new.

you don’t love me,
I know this, because I have loved;
and I never want to make you feel like
you were never enough.

© a.v.b.