I am becoming
less of me
and more
and more
of who you want me to be.
As I am holding you closer
and while my heart beats
against your chest
it seems like my soul left
through the back of my body.
When I'm with you,
I'm not feeling it.
But as soon as I am alone,
I'm lonely too.
Who do you have,
when you not even have yourself?
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.
