Let It Die


Most days I am unrecognizable. 
I look in the mirror and see a shell of the person I used to be. 
The person who was loved by you. 
You defined me. You shaped me. 
You brought me to life. 
I never realized that until you left. 
Until I felt what it was like to not be loved by you.

I have finally accepted that you aren't coming back.
That you don't miss me.
That you don't think about me.
That I am wasting my time thinking about you.
You are not mine anymore. And I am not yours.
But I am just trying to figure out who that makes me.

Who am I without you?
Who am I if you do not love me?
Who am I if you are gone?
Who am I?

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