Your Me

I met your me
when I met you.
The me that I
can not control.

She formed on what
you thought that you knew.
She lives in your thoughts,
there she grows.

Try as I may,
I can’t shape her.
Yet she has her way
with my bones.

If you had known me then
to be a better friend,
She might not have ripped up my soul.

~Aditi.P (27/06/21)