My Val

I'm trying

I am

But these mindless conversations

somehow

they tear me apart

split me open

and forget to put me back together

this emptiness

this....this

feeling of being

unloved

no...

unknown

no one wants to know

what's my favorite memory

am I happy?

am I sad?

why?

do I love myself?

do I love you?

did you miss me?

Or did you not even notice I was gone

If I died, would you cry?

Or would you be glad to move on?

why am I trying to rhyme now?

God, why am I either too much

or not enough?

And I'm writing this across from you

I feel the urge to share it

God, why am I always so afraid?

Am I not letting you in

Or am I just not being asked to?