And I Walked For Hours The Mist

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

People Grow Apart, And Sometimes, There Nothing Anyone Can Do About It.

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.

But Sometimes There’s Nothing Left To Do But Move On.

Maybe It's Not As Important To You As It Was For Me, But That's Not For You To Decide.