Too Grown to Run, Too Young to Stay

In the abyss of loss, I lost my name,
A simple girl in a complex spin,
Falling through joy with a tear-stained grin.
In memory’s maze, I traced the blame.

Love and lust — a twisted pair,
Pain with pleasure braided there.
You came in fast, all ease and flame,
But I don’t do love like it’s just a game.

I’m a simple girl with dreams unfolding,
A soul in bloom, not yet beholding.
Learning, leaning, laughing loud —
In a world where nine-year-olds wear grown-up shrouds.

Then I’m a woman — hear me rise,
Steel in my spine, fire in my eyes.
But you… you stare at the woman’s frame,
Not seeing the girl behind the name.

Our timelines clash, they never align —
You sprint ahead, I stay behind.My map’s a mess of stars unsaid,
I walk the roads drawn in my head.

And yes — the woman might ache for you,
But the girl? She sees right through.
You are a man: proud, loud, a storm with charm —
But to the girl, you’re just a harm.

You’re pain. You’re vain. A twisted vane.
Pointing where? Back to the same refrain.
Let her grow — don’t mark her page.
She’s still dancing with her age.

And maybe one day — who knows the plan —
Somewhere, somehow, she’ll meet your man.
But not now. Not here. Not yet.
Some stories bloom where endings forget.