Password Protection
I know this sounds weird,
But you are my password.
On my computer, since we met, and
Maybe also for my library card
(I cant remember I haven’t used it for a while)
When I say you’re my password, I mean
The basis for which my password was chosen
But I changed it that night
We argued and so now
You’re only some of my
Passwords.
Mainly because its an easy word
To remember, or maybe just an easy time
To hold on to.
The young me and the young you-
Strangers who wrote a story
Narrated and mainly created by me
In my head
Without you
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