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I knew you, I knew your world
I understood the shapes and swirls
I found you there, crying.
Weeping over something that
Only someone who has been through
The same thing
Could understand
I had to help you
It was the right thing to do
I saw everything coming
I saw your very future.
I knew I could help you
And tried as I might
As I was doing so
I realized…
We were perfect for each other
Both poets and crushed
Both happy and shy
Both without a first time
Did I really pull you from your adventurous mountain?
Was it really just within a few weeks?
Did I really take your fantasies away,
For my own selfish greed?
And have I restricted myself from my love of poetry writing
Because now there is no more reason to?