Belonging

I fell in love

With the one who

Heard the words

I said

And understood the ones

I didn’t.

My biggest regret

Is belonging to him

Before I ever learnt

To belong to myself.

I keep telling myself

it’s okay to be alone;

but sometimes I find myself

crying

and craving

for someone to hold me.

Cause after all

I still miss him

How fucked up is that?