Passcode
You always had the key,
the key to my heart.
i had shut my heart,
because i thought,
i had found the version of me,
i wanted to be.
but alas!
it was just a memory
— a fond memory,
of someone
who is dead already.
And, then you came,
not saying, “the old me was better.”,but
You whispered that
every me was a new beginning,
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I loved you a lot,
maybe i had thought,
you would always stay?
Maybe i was foolish enough,
to not understand your games.
it never mattered to you,
whether those who you loved,
died or not?
Maybe it didn’t to you –
but it did to me –
the new me.
You don’t understand,
the one i am talking about,
is me.
It’s the version of me,
who always wanted love.
But i’ve shut her down,
for better, or worse,
i don’t know,
and maybe a part of me,
doesn’t want to know.
