Sometimes I don’t want change
By Mya Rogers
I once thought I knew what love was.
I thought it was that person that I had to spend every day with
Because I didn’t know what would happen in our time apart,
Or holding hands in every place that we went,
To keep them close, to not lose sight of their heart.
He, that took me on dates as a form of asking for forgiveness,
So that I’d forget why I was even upset in the first place,
And wrapping me in his arms every time he made me cry,
Portraying himself as my saving grace.
The boy who was my first everything;
So, of course I would think that it was love,
You gave just enough, so that I wouldn’t realise all that you took,
And I remained thinking of you, as someone sent from above.
It’s funny how that has all changed.
I’m glad that i...
