...and ya

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It's a new you.
Stronger but weaker,
fitting in but standing out.
Listening, laughing, loving
catching up.
Building what's broken down.
creating, but not enough.
Seeing the you you want,
but holding yourself from it.


I let the past in and it drowned me.
Drops at first, then the downpour.
Flooded with emotions and memories.
Walks on the boulevard,
late night runs to Wendy's,
stargazing in the back of Pobe,
the foyer,
their cars,
them,
my room,
my stake.
I was breaking at the cracks,
and it hurt.
Just like that night with Berkeley,
that day outside of Josh's.
Back in my bed,
in the basement,
under the covers.
I let the sad music play,
I let the tears flow.
Then I let go, and let myself
enjoy where the sun goes.