i wish i knew how to write better because,
the only thing that i have felt good at was youu,
& in the end,
even you didnβt find me,
good enough at what i did the best.
i wonder how someone who loves me will talk about me to others,
with a smile on her face,eyes trying to remember the details of me.
i wonder what about me will catch her words, which gesture of mine sheβll think of first when sheβll tell about me to someone else.
i will wonder.