I wish you wrote poetry about me
But it's too much to ask of you to even think about me
No less pour yourself onto a page
And let strangers watch the spill

I can't say I've never thought of it
you
like that
because then I'd be lying
and I'd be the undeserving one

It's hard to exude the kind of confidence that makes people respect you.
I'm a grown woman, but I've yet to master it.
When I'm told no, when I'm told
"You can't do that," "Don't act like that," or "That's not okay," I can scream and argue in my head, but my body cowers.

My chin,
My shoulders,
My eyes,

They d
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And I'm no longer the woman I thought I was-
Strong and independent.

I'm a withered flower that may have once been blooming but is now reduced to nothing.

Do you realize how lucky you are?
You two have your problems
But you fit together
Like what one is lacking is made up by the other
Some force their love like mismatched puzzle pieces
But you are lucky
You fit

I find myself sitting amongst those who I love
And I realize
That I'm alone
I can't properly explain the feeling I get when this hits me
But I can liken it to starving
Starving for company
Starving for a match
Starving for you

i am only fragile in the
hands of someone i love
that explains why i can
come home, call you, and say
"i'm tired, i need to be held together"

that's when you wrap your
words around me like the
warmth of my favorite blanket
and i wither into nothingness,
return, and repeat the process

I never told you
Thanked you
For being so kind that day
I was rattling on my bed waiting
Wound up like one of those toys ready to be set loose

I took a leap of faith with you and you could have crushed me
But you didn't
first loves aren't always last loves
That truth is hard to swallow
But you handed me a tall glass of water and said
Drink up
We'll be okay