My first poem

Love lost


I met him in the Autumn when the leaves were blown by the wind.

But he flourished like a blossoming tree.
Maybe I judged his youth and madness too fast, but I didn't judge my own immaturity.
My pride and arrogance were huge, but he overcame this with his pure love.
With time, I even got to know how to breathe without him, waking up with new feelings and sensations; he made me feel special.
Who loved who more?
I still don't know the answer.
I lost him because I wanted it.
It was my choice.
I am the only one guilty of causing my own unhappiness.
I was afraid of losing myself when I loved him.

Good job! You have expressed some complicated ideas in your self reflections!