poem by raphael santiago
sometimes you lose someone
who wasn't really yours
but the their loss makes you realize
you really hoped they belonged to you
I can't pray to god for you to come back to me
cause praying hurts and theres a scar where my cross has been
I wish inside, I would feel like I look outside
complete, and beautiful
but my insides are rotting
more and more, day by day
I wish I would've never met someone who made me realise that i feel this way
although the times he was near me
the place where he used to be
I felt complete and beautiful
even inside