What I Gave You Vs What You Took From Me Poem by Fasica Berhane

What I gave you was pure love,
Pure care,
Vulnerability,
Naivety.


What you took was,
My beauty,
My spontaneity.



What you took was,
Me for granted,
For showing you my story,
Unfiltered,
Unedited.


I showed you my dreams,
My fears,
My love.
My precious memories from near
and from far.


My patterns,
My cycle,
My agony,
My downfall,
And my Epiphany.


What you thought you took was,
My smile,
My time,
My flavor,
My youth,
And my shine.
My body and soul,
When You only had a taste,
And I still have them all.



What you actually took was
My false schema,
My psyche,
Taylor made for me,
By those who were around me.


You took
My strange character,
That I made when I was in rush,
And on the go.
Trying to create my home,
So far away from what I used to call home.

And it's sad that that's how you might remember me.


What I took from you,
Might as well be the same.
It's true,
I only saw the version of You.
That I caught when I found you.

As you were
You found me,
We found us,

As we were.
But not as we are and will be.