Second Person

You changed
Cliché, right?
As if no one else does
But this is not about no one
This is about you
And you changed
Didn’t you?
Maybe there was a day
You know
Like one of those squares on a calendar
Maybe
Maybe there was a moment
Yeah
Maybe there was a time
Maybe something happened
Maybe it was everything all at once
Tell me when I am getting warmer
Because all I feel is cold
A shiver you know well
As you should
Listen
You don’t walk the same
You don’t talk the same
You don’t even look the same
And maybe that’s a good thing
Because maybe I am proud
But it is so hard to show sometimes
All it takes
You know this to be true
All it takes is one reminder
One little reminder
A sound
A smell
A feeling
A taste
A touch
A memory
One little reminder
And you are gone
Back to who you were
Back to the person I knew
And I know you like it
Because I like it
But it got hard for you
Didn’t it?
It was too much and not enough
All at the same time
It was a performance
For no one in particular
And I know you
You count those squares
You put them around you
And you build a wall
A big freakin’ wall
Because you are scared
And you don’t even know of what
So you sulk
You hide
You disappear
You subtract yourself
From everything and everyone
Who ever loved you
And then you wonder how
How did you change?
I tell you how
But you still don’t know
You cannot hear me
You don’t want to
Your mind does not think
Like it used to think
You are like a second person
You used to be different
You still are
But the difference is
You stopped
You stopped caring
You stopped doing
You stopped talking
Because you don’t know
What to do anymore
How to do it
Or even why
What is your reason why?
What is your motivation?
You don’t have one
Someone took it from you
Right?
That’s the story
Someone else took your ball
And is running with it
Well boo hoo for you
You sit there and wait
Like you’re in a waiting room
A darn waiting room
Newsflash, you aren’t even on the list
They aren’t calling you in
You know this
That’s the sad part
You know this
And there you sit
Collecting squares for your wall
As if nothing will ever change
Because the change you want
Has already passed
The change you want
Does not want you
And the change you want
Will never be good enough
How’s that?
How’s that for accurate?
I knew you had changed
Cliché, right?
Well maybe I changed too
Maybe I changed you.

Neverending White Lights – Always

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About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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7 Responses to Second Person

  1. thatzimgirl says:

    very cool read. Weirdly felt like reading a journal entry i wrote but forgot i wrote because ive had a few of these thoughts myself!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Barb Knowles says:

    “you’re like a second person” “maybe I changed you” awesome (I’m too tired to do capital letters)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ann Coleman says:

    Wow, Paul that was good! Sad, yet very powerful.

    Liked by 1 person

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