"One day you will love a woman, and she will not be me"
-unknown
Is it possible to be jealous
Of those who have yet to be loved by you?
To envy the woman who will know
The sacred parts of your world
That I was deemed unworthy of meeting
The woman who will know both the drizzle and the hurricane of your love
And still be certain that her place in your storm is ever-enduring
The woman who will know you not just as autumn
But as winter, as spring and as summer
Because you will love her enough to change for her in the same manner
That you never loved me enough
To change for me
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An Accidental Memoir
PoetryA collection of poetry from the time in my life where I was recovering from a broken heart
