Say it
I get so stuck on how you make me feel
You always give me what everyone wants
The butterflies, the affection, the attention
All the things that I never gave to myself
So I crave it from you
To make me full
At least for that short period of time
And then when you're gone, I'm alone again
Consumed by my thoughts, drowning in my depression
Because I got so stuck on how you made me feel
This poem is about:
Me