People always say that someone else does not complete you
You were whole before they had come along
I know they are right but how can I be sure when it feels like my existence only just began when I met them
I was hurt and needed help and they chose to love me
Then they left, a story old as time I know
But I wasn't sure who I was or what I did before they came along
Im not sure I remember who I was before all of the hurt they helped me with
How can I be sure I was ever really whole when I felt like a shell of myself
Maybe they didn't complete me but Im surely not whole now
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