Old Love

It’s hard to write about you,
You’re a childhood room,
Full of messes in all corners,
And it’s hard to choose
What to say about you.
I pick up this teddy-bear
And it’s stained in blood,
Then I pick up this brush
And a bloody wig dangles from it.
Oh, love, what have you become?
Where are you now?
This just isn’t you anymore.
I look straight into your eyes
Hoping to see a little further,
But you hold up that blanket
And shutter in distrust.
When did the night take over?
Was I asleep when change
Decided to rule your atmosphere?
Oh, love, I can’t pick the words
To describe you anymore.
I’ve lost you within you,
And I don’t plan on delving.
No, I’ve lost enough in you,
And don’t want to lose myself.

-Randy Chavarria

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