the new old.

i didn't know,
i didn't know love,
i didn't know,
till i had to let it go.
a new chapter?
oh no
its a whole new book, you see?
its virgin pages,
are nothing compared to the rugged edges of the life i might be leaving behind.
be kind
open this book, open your mind,
however i see no way,
the ink blots that stain these pages
are testaments
to the mistakes i have tried so hard to edit,
they are lessons learned
and
respect earned
i can't yearn
forever
for the familiarity i so crave,
this book can wait
my happily ever after is hopelessly lingering
in a book that documents my days
with this i admit:
i am afraid, i am in love.