I miss me

Grieving who I once was

I miss me.

I miss the girl who pushed sunglasses up
on her head, her short-haired head,
and smiled big,
and wore sparkly clothes, 
sparkly makeup, dangly earrings.

I miss me,
the me who auditioned for theatre 
and liked texting,
and took a roadtrip with her brother.

I miss me.

I miss the girl who still took risks 
and decided it was better to know 
than to never find out,
who wasn't afraid to just try and see,
even if it meant nobody liked her.

I miss me,
the me I left behind somewhere 
when I decided being happy 
wasn't as important as staying safe. 

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