who i really am...

the rising sun offers
a welcomed farewell
to another bad night
filled with
too many dreams and
not enough you
it is a terrible wind that
blows you from my heart
leaving me
with too many spaces
in my soul to fill
trying to figure out how
to just be without you
i am so tired
i want so badly to
be the girl i was
before we met
before i became
a woman with a past and
secrets to hide
before i started to wonder
who i really am or
where i belong and
what if this
is who i am
whole and incomplete
all at once
not accepting that
this is all there is to
this life