And it hit me like a thunderbolt

That I'd wasted the most crucial part of my life with someone who knew how to make use of that time by not wasting it on me.

It was like giving my own bike to a friend

To only receive their mockery

Like sharing my food with a relative

who will surely steal my crockery.

I'm not holding them responsible

For this melancholy, I'm going through

I just wished I figured it out earlier

I wish I ever had a clue.

But I still have time

I'm not going to sit here and grieve

Though late but not lost

My priorities I will perceive

But that little voice in my head says

Will they even care?

And I tell it to Shut Up! Because for the first time

This is not something I'm doing for them, but my own repair.    

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Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to someone who helped me through everything.Be it academics or my insecurities. Thank you @2512angels You make me proud everytime!

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