Poetry: Her

I look at her
And pretend not to see
The girl that I love so much
Is turning into me.

The music that inspires
The kinds of friends she desires
The jokes that are told
The issues that are discussed

I look at her
And all I see
Is this girl I loved so much
Falling away by
Turning into me.

This is the price to be paid.
This is all on me.
My wretchedness
In her proximity.

Will she fall like I did?
Will she make the same mistakes?
Will she stay pure and wonderful?
Will she regret her life now?

I remember her age.
I remember living that exact same life.
I remember those hopes and dreams.
I remember how it hurt when it left... fell away... went.

Will it leave her?
Will it hurt?
Will I be there?
Will I watch?

I look at her
And pretend not to see
The girl that I love so much
Is turning into me.