And as he's uprooting everything we made together, everything that mattered to us, I wonder what parts of me are really mine and what parts I made myself just to make him want me. I no longer know if I am the same person I was before, and if I am I never really loved the person I was without him. And that's what makes it worse, he was all I ever knew. He was the only book left to read, and now I've memorized his pages.
He was familiar. He was the cold snow of the winter, he was the leaves raging scarlet in the fall, he was a constant, he made sense. He used to be predictable, but now I realize he was a tornado, and I just grew to love the wind.
YOU ARE READING
aligning stars
Poesiai collected the stars for you but you already had the moon ❁book of original poems and prose❁
