Lost & Found
I lost the person that made me feel comfortable. Comfortable without any pressure, without guilt or shame
I lost the friend that listened, that wanted to know
I lost the one that helped me with my gender journey, support and encourage to discover who i truly am and then remember
I lost the person i could tell my depression thoughts, listen and relate and hurt together
I lost that friend because they found all of that in someone else
I lost the one because apparently i wasn’t more than that
I lost my person because when i distanced myself a little bit you took it as a get-out-of-jail freecard
I lost a friend. A best friend. Something else that we couldn’t quite put a label on
And with that i lost myself a little
Because i didn’t find another person that made me feel that comfortable
I didn’t find another one that listened
I didn’t find another whatever we were
And you did












