It’s strange the way I lost myself.
It happens, though. It does.
I thought I had things figured out.
But that all went, because
I lived within delusion, thinking
I was good — and fine —
And then, the moment came I knew
I was more hers
Than mine
Reblogged this on Diary of a would-be novelist and commented:
I spend a lot of time thinking and writing about relationships. This poem resonates with me because I think it is easy to forget yourself in a relationship; to give so much that you lose who you are, what you feel and what you want.