Change

“You’ve changed.”

He says, his eyes

piercing through mine.

How could I stay the same

When I have felt his soul

and my heart intertwine?

I wish I could leave

my emotions behind.

I do not reply

but I want to cry:

“I shiver every time you touch my skin,

Although, it’s usually by accident.

you talk all about how your date went

and you expect me to sit there and grin?

To encourage you to destroy me

While you and I both deny

our incomprehensible chemistry?

Don’t pretend

you don’t miss when my knees were on the floor

I see you lick your lips when you enter my door.”

He sighs, “You’re so cold”

-No, I’m just too old…

Too old to waste my life on this.”

He walks away, I blow a final kiss.

I am forever changing, it’s what humans do;

So, this is the last poem I will waste on you.

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Author: Kalia Attal

I am an aspiring investigative journalist with a single dream: to save the world. It may seem impossible, but I believe knowledge promotes tolerance, and tolerance breeds empathy, kindness, and compassion. Love is the cure for Earth's cancer.

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