Poetry Day Five

 I'm really bad at keeping up with these, aren't I?

Space- A poem by me

I wanted space so bad

I wanted to be my own person

to find out who I am without you.

And after three years 

I finally did.

She wasn't hidden as deep

as I thought she was.

All she needed

was for you to yell at her

one last time.

Space.

I got what I needed.

And finally I moved on.