Lost

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

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One thought to “Lost”

  1. 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.

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