mirror talk

to the me i used to be,

that weight in your chest still hasn't left,

here in the future.

only now we know it's an outside weight

rather than something inside and inane.

to the me i used to be,

your naivety was such a blessing.

you could hold your own mental fortitude

but you are not as invincible as you thought.

your heart will break soon. i'm sorry.

to the me i used to be,

your friends are family like no other

but behind the screen, more lives await

to be touched by your words.

you have value. you have reason.

to the me i used to be,

we once thought that life needed purpose

that in order to be great, you had to think great

but now i know that isn't the case.

life is purposeless, and it's beautiful that way.

to the me i used to be,

chase your dreams. not your father's.

chasing other dreams leads only to disaster.

we broke on a quiet autumn afternoon.

we broke because i thought of everything

i wanted to say to you.

to the me i used to be,

you are going to be okay.

you are a body of decay and resistance.

even as the old pieces of you fade away

you're still you, at the end of the day.

you're still you.

thank god. you're still you.