Parts of myself

I started listening to Indie music again,

I felt like parts of myself came back to life,

I heard ones I hadn’t heard in years,

It jogged old memories, hopes, and fears

I am sixteen and thirty-five all at once

I know everything and nothing

I crave success

I crave companionship

But I keep on thinking about

all of the women I know who wound

up losing themselves or dead because of it

and I think I am fine