The Way I Was Before

The Way I Was Before short poem

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I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for it.
I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for you.
I can never tell if you mean what you say.
But you pulled me in anyways.

And I crashed.
And I burned.
I felt every little piece of hell on earth.
And my heart – it was torn in two.
It hit me harder than the waves hitting the shore.
And I never was again – the way I was before.

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I am currently just a 17 year old, senior in high school, who uses poetry as an outlet for the good and the bad of my reality. I write to forget and I write to remember. I'm inspired by so many things, whether it be music, lyrics, poetry, stories, or experiences of mine or others. I just hope that one day my poetry can speak to someone the way many poets works have spoken to me. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy my poems!
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