I called an old friend today
one I thought I loved
through romantic-colored eyes.
I said I know now
why you had to hurt me;
because I needed
to understand
how real love works.
I told him I see now
and I love this man very much.
I said I'm sorry I'm a dreamer
it's a disease
but it can be cured
with adequate doses of reality.
I'm sure there was that side
corner smirk, laughing to
himself, as if I was the
little sister trailing behind
wanting to learn
be like him
have him know me
as the grown-up
it was time for me to be.
it was time for me to be.
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