what my talent/or gift was
i was told that everyone had one
i enjoyed drawing
but it didn't come
to me, as it came to others
i enjoyed photography
but i always felt i missed the bigger picture
i enjoyed talking
but i could never find the right words to say
i enjoyed dancing
but often felt unmoved
i loved writing
it was as though love and lust were one
we were in a relationship, i hated her she loved me
i wasn't enough she was everything i needed
she'd keep me up all night
she thought she knew me
i didn't know her at all
we separated
i had found someone new
she felt betrayed
i felt releaved
no longer tied
or weighed down
i spent countless days
searching for someone to fill her place
empty
alone
desperate
i came
crawling back
she loved me
she'd never leave
together
eternity.
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