Dear Future Me,
What happened?
Tell me please, someday will I find myself sitting across the one I love, drinking my favorite tea?
Am I to be shaken awake one day, to be pulled away from a perfect life I had just imagined?
Tell me truthfully, are the people I've chosen to care about fated to merely be a distant memory?
Or will life design for me a win or two?
In fifteen, twenty, forty, sixty, ninety years- Who will remember me?
Will people someday speak in wistful tones of what I knew?
Tell me earnestly, was it unbearable?
Having to let go? Having to watch as something you loved slipped away?
I hope you haven't hardened yourself to society over the years. I hope you haven't become entirely unapproachable.
You know what, whatever. No matter what I find when I make it to you, make sure you don't get so caught up you forget to live in today
Dear Future Me, just please don't screw this up
I'm only just starting to learn how to grow up
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of Amateurs
PoetryJust some amateur poetry I wrote. There are different forms/structures for each one. I wrote this for a class assignment (Warning: Mention of Depression and Eating Disorders in one piece)
