Did you teleport me back to my youth?
Because suddenly,
it’s like my heart remembered how to skip a beat.
You make me feel young—
but not the carefree kind,
the everything-matters kind.
Giddy.
Breathless.
Butterflies doing cartwheels in places I’d long since quieted.
I catch myself
tripping over words I’d practiced in my head.
You make me nervous
in that delicious, dizzy way—
like the very first time someone looked at me
and I hoped they’d never look away.
You make me wonder
if “firsts” are something that can still happen
even after we’ve been broken,
even after the world’s tried to turn us cautious.
Because when you speak,
my heart forgets what decade it’s in.
My smile feels untrained again.
And for a moment,
I let it.
Did you teleport me
or simply remind me
that parts of me never really grew old?
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Pressure
*I was going through some old notebooks and found some poetry I had written from when I was a teenager. At the ripe age of 37, this was quite a walk down memory lane. Here is one that I found called “Pressure,” that really made me reflect on some of the internal hardships I faced even when I was much younger. It made me want to give me younger self a hug, quite frankly. If only we could speak to our younger selves…
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
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Beautiful
I love this Annie. This is exactly how I feel about somebody at the moment. It's beautiful - it resonates x