After

I think I miss you more than myself

I think I miss you because I’m no longer my old self

It’s been hard to marry the ideas together of who I’m becoming and who I used to be

I don’t know if we’d recognise each other

I think I like that

But I miss the safety net

I guess it’s easier to romanticise now, when there’s no safety net at all 

I wish someone had told me that love was more than just safety

I wish someone had told me what love was at all