I can’t remember if I built walls to
Keep from touching or
Keep from being touched.
Either way I don’t feel much now.

And so I use the mirror to remind myself,
(A morning ritual)
I am more than just the parts he held, once.

My eyes were always blue to get lost in.

I am more than just a girl,
Who was


Maybe


Loved once.

But I still feel shallower for the days spent being
Someone’s idea of me and not
Myself.

There are still songs I won't listen to.