I'm still not me enough,
to hear my own thoughts first,
but you've left me enough,
to breathe a little just for me.
I'm still not me enough
to feel my own fingers
when I touch myself,
but I've forgotten you just enough,
to not cry when I think of someone else.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySonnets, couplets, free style. Just my outlet in all forms of poetic expression.
