October 14, 2010 by Jenny Buzek
By Jenny Buzek ©
How can I love you like the young girl I once was?
Years have passed...
Resentments have accumulated...
She would have done anything for you
Loved you more than herself...
She is long gone
I cared for you, your health, your wellbeing
But no longer the burning, passionate sense of youth
You said it wasn't enough
You sought "her" love, her infatuation, her selflessness
But she's gone
All that's left is an older self, with self-preservation in mind.