More Than I Thought
This hurts me more than I thought it would.
I did this for me
Because I thought it was what I wanted,
Because I thought it was what I needed.
Right?
I did this for you
Because I couldn’t keep hurting you,
Because I couldn’t keep convincing myself.
Right?
I'm more confused than I thought I'd be.
Why now does my heart hurt for you?
Why now does my heart yearn for you?
Am I so afraid of being alone?
Or…
Do I really miss you?
Do I really want you?
Do I really need you?
This poem is about:
Me