i felt a part of myself die / something that had always been there / was suddenly gone / but i couldn’t stop living / just because this part of myself had died / i couldn’t fall to the bathroom floor / and say that i still needed what was gone / i still needed that part of myself / i couldn’t mourn the empty space / where something should have been / and when i woke up / after the grieving / i saw a sunrise / and i believed for one perfect moment / that the storm was over.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 