Just Me
Kinda stream of consciousness, kinda not. I dunno, it's my first poem in almost two years y'allIt seemsmy whole life has beena series of “I love you”sthat I’m not sure were truewith people whom I stuck toas if their love were the gluethat’d keep me from shattering into more than twopieces piecesof anxiety and depressionof panic attacks and loneliness of who am I and what do I like? andI see nowI can beme not we and it’s okayto not befor everyoneandjust befor meand still be learningwho me is because I have foreverto...