It seems
my whole life has been
a series of “I love you”s
that I’m not sure were true
with people whom I stuck to
as if their love were the glue
that’d keep me from shattering 
into more than two
pieces

pieces
of anxiety and depression
of panic attacks and loneliness 
of who am I and what do I like?

and
I see now
I can be
me not we

and 
it’s okay
to not be
for everyone
and
just be
for me
and 
still be learning
who me is

because 
I have forever
to learn how
to be just
me.