METANOIA; poetry.

twenty four

It's been months,

long and uneven

days.

Do you know what hurts the most?

I allowed you to know me.

I told you secrets and fears

I've never ever said out loud before,

not even to my own reflection.

I allowed you to kiss me,

to touch me,

to appreciate me.

I allowed you to love me.

Do you know what hurts the most?

I allowed myself to love you -

your eyes, the ones that made my blood ran faster,

your smile, the one thing I was so sure about,

your words, the ones that made me see the bright side.

I allowed myself to love you,

even when I didn't even

love

my

own

skin.