A Former Self

I used to be one. I used to be whole. I used to play my music. I used to listen. I used to shout. I used to dance. I used to smile. I used to make love. I used to fuck. I used to smoke. I used to weirdly make uncomfortable jokes that everyone loved...weird huh? I used to paint. I used to be cute. I used to be weird.

Now I'm getting used to being fragments of my former self. And I'm still here.