nothing changed except everything.

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

not everything you think
belongs to you
is truly yours,
sometimes
your the only one
who thinks that way

love isn't something you have to ask from someone.