When I think of her, it falls like a house of cards
She’s already cut me out, I don’t know how to feel
Trying to put it together, the memories tearing me apart
I’m out of touch, but I hope with time I’ll heal
The roots of the past, planted when I was young
A twisted moral compass, not knowing what was fair
It surfaces now and then, the hurt at being stung
I’ll fall into the unknown, if only I would dare
It’s been awhile now, that long time ago
Let go of the hope, let go of the fear
Set the demons free, the past aglow
The past is gone, the future is here
Read it backwards line by line for another perspective.
Thanks for reading, and have a nice day.
pierrecheng 
This is good, and in the future I think it would be more powerful to avoid cliches and instead use your original words.
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Hmm, these are the words that I thought of in the moment as I was writing it. Which parts do you think are cliché? Thank you for the opinion, I’ll think about this the next time I write a poem.
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I’d say some phrases in the first stanza border on cliche
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