Nothing is mine anymore,
My skin, my body, my brain.
It used to feel like a home.
Now, it feels occupied by you
And I am just a guest.
I am a guest in my own home.
YOU ARE READING
The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
