She is stronger.
The new me.
She isn't prettier.
The new me.
She still has a little of the world that I took her from.
The words that made her in the first place.
She has a more of me though,
The new me is my creation.
Until I create another.
YOU ARE READING
Gates
PoetryShort poems to describe what books feel/do to me as a maladaptive daydreamer.
