I was one of those privileged teens,

That took pride in you.

The unflagging vitality that came as a result of you

Had consumed me

Made me insolent.

The ephemeral joy of youth

Had me dance to its trance.

Being loved was no task

With you around.

Sycophants add up

When in sight of opulence and you.

Now when I look back

I see a shallow self

Who had everything to do with you.

And finally that you have decided to vanish

Without warning

Everyone left too.

And as for me, I have nothing left to offer

Nothing left to do.



messy-haired bibliophile

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