my ink's gone drylost. with

my ink's gone dry

lost. with all that's left

of who I used to be

who was that girl?

who is this girl?

where did the rest of me go

it's as if

what I was

all the dark pieces

the dark and angry and lost parts

like they've evaporated

and my pen alongside them

as if nothing seeps from my being

nothing bleeds from my soul

and yet i'm here

and every night

all around 

me

are all thses reasons why

the calm surrounds me

and I know it's right

that i've somehow

found

peace

I was always looking for

you're the

piece

that I had sought

and I struggle to write

to find the words

to make these statements

you're not like them

my heart doesn't

hurt for you

my mind doesn't race at night

my pillow isn't damp

with your memories

those words are gone from me

yet i'm not hollowed

not withdrawn

not crazy

not fleeting

i'm not pretending

and that's what 

this is

my real