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A Poem for Healing

You swept in my life
Beautiful and bright
The first day and first morning of our seventh year.
Now, here I am.
Reminiscent and alone
Wishing you were here.
Then again, it's bittersweet.
I don't know how to describe
The way it feels when you're not here, when someone else is by my side.
I changed myself, just for you.
Hoping to be the girl who made you look my way.
I kept my hair long, when you said you liked it.
I wrote, when you told me you liked writing.
I launched myself into battle against forces just for you.
Hoping, if I were slandered, you would do that too.
I was tortured and harassed by people I barely knew.
Just because I was your best friend and close to you.
Then you moved away, and I realize my mistake.
I changed, for you, a boy of no real power.
I nearly lost my friends.
No, I don't blame you for this mistake that is all mine.
I blame myself for falling for those eyes, that face.
Letting you bring me in with your sweet words,
Never leaving when you broke my heart again and again.
So now, with this lengthy verse, half rhyme and half not.
You're gone from my life, but not from my heart.
But my pain now is not so bad as the start.

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