it feels good
I missed myself
I missed me
the tears are happy
I swear
I let myself go
I missed me
finally
I couldn't let go
but I had to
I had to
I'm sorry
not for me
for the damage I'll do
I'm sorry
I had to let go for a while
YOU ARE READING
drenched in you
Poetrybut when it stops raining water still drips hard from the trees and you left months ago but I'm still fucking drenched in you
