Something tells me that I knew her long ago.
I noticed I really lost her in you. Not through you, but through your love. I lost her in the midst of sharing her with unrequited lovers. Now who dare craves me? A woman with barely enough love to stand on her own two feet, & yet somehow I yearn to nurture thee. And not me. I guess I’ll always just wanted to be wanted. In all my complexities.
Untitled. February 25 2018 – 2:22 PM