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.
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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...
Body
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.
