To be the best me was always something I was told to do

But to do that, I had to release the old me and discover the new me

But I had already grown attached to the person I was

So I couldn’t quite move on from the person you had left me as

Because there was always just a little bit of you left in who I was

Embedded in me like a piece of glass in my palm

That was the last bit of you I had, and I couldn’t let it go so easily

So I held on as long as I could

Until it finally dawned on me that I no longer needed your presence

That I was me on my own, not needing anyone else to coexist with.