I took you out and admired your “so-called” perfection,
Brand new, vibrant,
I was curious and excited about all the places we could go,
All the memories we could make,
But everything new gets old,
And it’s the endurance,
The aged authenticity that makes us grow in our relationships with ourselves and others,
And while I aged with scars and love,
You remained exactly the same.
That once full feeling I got by praising your youth had transformed to hollow,
And I finally learned that some are meant to be admired behind their glass and that is all.

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