Somewhere in the fall, I lost the map to the personal universe behind my green grey eyes.
My head is spinning as I try to comprehend which habits are mine and which I created to please you.
The spinning changes course as I try to remember the pieces of me I deleted for you, giving me whiplash.
I don’t remember the chorus of my thoughts and the bassline of my heartbeat the same way I had memorized yours.
I’m trying to fill in the empty spaces where you used to be.
I am trying to understand I am complete without you.
I am still learning how to love myself.
Porcelain Prose 