“ I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free” - Michelangelo


Cover up your true self a little more, and wash all your problems down.
All the summer days and winter nights are wiped away from you.
Everything I loved is gone, what remains is typical and boring.
All emotions are forced, hardly any words exchanged.
I saw the angel in the marble but I didn’t carve. I didn’t want to set her free.
Someone else carved and carved until you were out. Changed forever.
I don’t even know who you are anymore, and I don’t think you do either.
You are a face seeking attention, coming back to me when you don’t get it from anyone else.
A heart longing for love, confused by mixed signals that you imagine.
A person searching for who you think you are, pushing the real you away every time it comes out.
Your friends aren’t really friends at all. By the time you realize that, I’ll be gone.
Apologies won’t work unless you can turn back the clock to before.
Back to when you would call me, crying.
Back to when you would listen to me.
Back to when you weren’t so obsessed.
Back to when we were best friends.
You obviously forgot about forever and always.
Everyone changes but not everyone excepts it.