Being a people pleaser is a part of me
You ask if I can meet you
I’ll promise you yes.
My schedule that will not allow it
I’ll change it so it can
My schedule will be deconstructed and reconstructed to form for yours.

You don't seem to like my laugh
I can laugh differently
To your liking.
Molding and creating a new me for you
My personality being formed around you.
An obsession,
An unhealthy obsession to make a personality formed for you.

The lesson here is to say what you hate
Because I'll change for you always
I'll lose who I am,
But as long as you're happy
I’m a people pleaser.

I hope there is a multi-verse where we get to be together.

A place where we get to grow old.
We never wake up without each other.
I can hold your hand, and it feels like the first time every time.
Where I'm half asleep, reaching for your skin, and I find it.

The ideas; dreams and realities.

The expectations; silent and spoken.

The potentials; all that could be and all that never will be.

Warm hearts ****** into a cold world.

That is why it's so **** hard.

Free of contamination
from human disappointments
from the harsh reality that only you can take care of yourself

I heard a poem the other day, a line has haunted me for days.

"I want to be loved not because I'm the antidote to your loneliness, but because your loneliness runs parallel to mine." -Whitney Hanson.

I stood in the same spot where I met you.
An attempt to (literally and figuratively) retrace what lead me to you.

I thought I would feel something.
Love?
Sentimentality?
Regret?

Instead, I felt...
nothing.