You say you should be all i need

That he's not important 

But there's a huge difference  

You support me financially 

He supports me mentally 

But i guess the choice is not up to me 

But would it be rude to say i disagree 

Your not all i need

Because at the end of the day i still have to pay a fee 

For what? I don't know 

Maybe im just slow

This poem isn't exactly about the beach

It's about someone I couldn't reach

It was like a lesson I couldn't teach

He was there, just didn't care

There was so many papers i had to tear 

It was like copy and paste

Nothing rushed all paced

Like looking at yourself in the mirror

But something laid between us 

Unfamiliar and unknown 

Not positive but negative 

Then i lost you

A letter too my future self

My name is hope

I’m ten years old

Constantly dreaming about the letter,  too my future self

 I wrote.

 I’m  thirteen now I often

Think about that letter

When I was  ten year old

I’m eighteen and

Many years of decisions

 have came into the fold

Like raising a family, working

Because this is the life of a twenty year old

When I was ten the concept of life was beyond my control

All I wanted were fancy cars, diamonds and gold