i find myself

within the pages

of this book:

poetry,

worry,

feelings of being

not enough,

of wondering if

you’re going to end up

alone,

of loving two people

but only really loving

one.

i see myself

within each line

as she struggles

as she wonders

as she feels

trapped,

don’t cry

don’t cry

they’re just

words

but they are

me, aren’t they?

can i just

read without

connecting

so deeply??

but isn’t that

what makes it good,

i’m not sure

because that book

is me

and yet

it’s someone else