Don't Know Me

Adorned with curls,
Strawberry stained lips
And acrylic tips.

Searching for the answers
At the bottom of every coffee cup,
And the butt of every cigarette.

I’m not all here.
A jigsaw, incomplete. But still pretty, you say.
I’ve forgotten those all important edges.
I don’t even know what they look like anymore.

Please stop leaning on me.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know you.