RELATIONSHIP Poem: Past and Present, by Logan Smith

I used to think I was a fortune teller
I used to think I could control the future
I would imagine catastrophe
I would imagine your anger

I walked on one ply paper
I walked ever so softly
As to not disturb you
As to protect my tender heart

Then I learned I suck at fortune telling
Then I decided to experiment
I shared my mind’s whispers
I let out all my containment

You loved me for it
You praised my bravery
I had the widest smile
I savored every moment

Now I relinquish control
Now I let my feelings flutter
I imagine pleasant harmony
I predict our unity