I thought I knew you once.
Fully,
Openly,
Lovely.
But that was before I broke you
And the thing we had.
We’ve never recovered
From the pain of losing myself.
All I want to know is who you are,
who you’ve become
In the time we’ve had
to rebuild our failing selves.
But you won’t let me in,
Or can’t.
You’re locked up so tight
Not even self aware
Anymore
I felt so sure in those early days
That thi...