No Longer Twelve

[R.C. KITCHENS]

EDIT 1 (Didn't change too much)
You
are not
the person
I used to like.
When we were still young
you and I shared a kiss.
It was only you with whom
I would share my twelve year old world.
You always had an open shoulder
that would be there for all my tears of blue.

What kind of a man have you grown into?
A man who does not remember me,
ever being just twelve years old,
or having his first real kiss.
Now it seems my blue tears
don't have a shoulder
to reside on,
because you
are not
you.


ORIGINAL
You
are not
the person
I used to like.
You no longer are
the boy I used to kiss.
The only one who I could
share my whole twelve year old world with.
Your shoulder is too cold now for me
to rest my head on and cry tears of blue.
That boy has grown into a hateful man
who does not remember being twelve,
or his first kiss. That boy hasn't
been around and won't come back.
From now on my blue tears
don't have a shoulder
to reside on,
because you
are not
you.

I see your trying a format and syllable count, but I think
"You
are not
the person
I used to like." Isn't really needed as the remainder of the poem shows that sentiment. I would lose "blue" in blue tears in the bottom end of the poem. Tears aren't really blue, and it was repetitive without being needed.