Change.

I refuse to believe that people do not change.

I refuse to believe that the vines, glitter and trees growing in my soul do not evolve enough to leave a lover who is now a stranger in awe.

I refuse to believe that the plants that were mere seedlings and are currently enormous trunks are the same thing.

I refuse to believe that all the tender loving put into decorating my soul and the stars I flung into my darkness leave the same.

I refuse to believe that all the uprooting and dusting I have done leaves me the same as before.

I refuse to believe that penetrating into galaxies inside me allows me to remain the same.

I refuse to believe that art, poetry and people have not altered me.

I refuse to believe that the rivers in me do not taste sweeter.

I refuse to believe that you see the person I was in my eyes right now.

I refuse to believe I cannot drop everything about myself at the train station, go to a new city and become a whole new person.

Who are you to tell me

that the fertilizer I have used to grow

leaves me the damn same?

However

I choose to carry the girl I was in my chest

So when lovers get lost in my forest they will trip over a familiar stone

and realized

That I have changed

But who I once was did exist.