Who am I
A broken wanderer searching without reason
A twisted mess of wounds caused by dull, invisible knives and harmless words
Stardust sprinkled carelessly into a body that wasn't meant to shine
Fear of connections that end without a word being said
Paths leading nowhere and flowers that never grow
Who am I
The words left unspoken by most, yet lack any form of uniqueness
A desire for an end without leaving
Hands intertwined, buttons ripped off, holes in jeans
Kisses in rain that bring thunderstorms within my heart
I don't know who I am
I'm not defined by one solid experience
Instead, a mass of memories, overpowering emotions, and glorified moments
I am not who you think I am
I am not a savior, a healer
I don't have a solution, a routine
I am not who you think that I am
I am just like you
Searching for answers to questions that I will never understand
I am not who you think that I am