i remember once reading a poem along the lines of
''losing someone, is also losing the parts of yourself that only they could bring out in you''

and that line continuously pops up in my mind from time to time
i think i mixed up the wording,
and took away the original meaning of it
but i made it, as i see fit

i have shaped the words to fit my person
to fit my life too
like used clay that gets made wet
and shaped into something new

every time i lose a person
this is what i think of

it seems painful and cruel to admit
that it did not necessarily hurt losing you
it just stings, knowing i lost some of me too
a part of me that i got to know because of our connection
but you took me in an unsafe and unwanted direction

a unique mix of events brought us together
when we coexisted, it brought out different parts of me
when i was with you, it was the only moments i could see
a part of me i liked, and wanted to explore
but getting to know me, meant having to be around you more

so i chose to lose a part of me, instead of hurting all parts of me i know
getting to know myself might slow
but that sacrifice i am willing to make
as to not slowly and fully break