there’s grief in getting older
as the realizations settle into your bones
and seep through your skin
the recognition that the child within me has
as the people they believed to last forever were never truly meant to last
the grief in realizing that molding yourself
means no longer being the picture of infinity for others
the grief in realizing that there is no blood as important as the blood pumping through your own veins
gifting you a new life at the price of the previous one
x if you want to use my poetry please ask & credit me
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