I
im starting to miss you again
storks come around this time
showing me what was once my life
no matter how much you change your clothes
your hair, your words
you will always be used
no matter if you remove the cuts, the scabs, the holes
you will always have your mark
im starting to miss you again
i know im doing something different
parting myself like the red sea
i wish i was dumb enough to be me
dunb enough to be me
dumb enough to be me
This poem is about:
Me