When I met you
You didn’t know anything
About cutting puppet strings
and boot lacing
and walking with horizon bound eyes
And now,
I don’t know you
thick chest stuck out
Preening and philosophizing
About what I should do with myself
Ten years to the day
You had no life ambition
And much like a muse
I coaxed one into you
And ten years later my repayment
your advice about how I need
to find a calling
a purpose
a true love to feel complete
is like listening to my old self
tell myself what I used to do…
But as then and as now,
I have surpassed you in every way
and the life lessons I taught you
I have already thrown away
So you keep staying two steps behind
With two sides to your face
You would have nothing now
If you hadn’t met me in the first place….
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