Poetry

And the mornings are no longer about you, And the sunshines are no longer about you, And the chirps are no longer about you, And the noises are no longer about you, And the blooms are no longer about you, And the soft breeze is no longer about you, And the rides are no longer about you, And the rush is no longer about you, And the laughter is no longer about you, And the feelings are no longer about you, And the journeys are no longer about you, And the destinations are no longer about you, And the first prizes are no longer about you, And the rants are no longer about you, And the days are no longer about you, And the nights are no longer about you, And the moons are no longer about you, And the fireflies are no longer about you, And my heart is no longer about you, And my eyes are no longer about you, And my mind is no longer about you, And I am no longer about you.                                   ...

  Self-love wasn't my thing, But there was a part of you in my name. There was a part of you in my moles, And a part of you in my face. Your influence showed in my behaviors, And a part of you resides within me.                                                  -crystal