you remember me as a pensive, emotional soul.
you remember the intricate, twisty inner-workings of my mind.
you were always “there” for me when i needed you.
that’s why it took me so long.
maybe i was so used to the comfort of your shadow
that it never dawned on me to leave it.
i deserve the shine you always used to get.
it’s been hard accepting some of it now,
now that you’re gone.
you still pop up every now and then,
but the pain you bring is only temporary.
we never were close.
but, you and i learned to
live with each other.
we got wrapped up in our long conversations,
laughing at the carefully placed jokes.
but, you’re a hard pill to swallow,
the fact that i’ll never be enough for you.
so, even if it’s hard for me now,
i just have to take a deep breath,
close my eyes,
and force myself to take you in.
you’re a sheep in wolf’s clothes.
your little red riding hood is enough to
hide your long, wiry fur,
your sharp, gutting claws.
i’m just a cookie in your basket,
as you skipped along the pebbly path
to grandma’s house.
i’m just tired of falling out
and you letting me crumble to pieces.