lullabies were screams of what ifs
morning alarms were screech of regrets
had overthinking for breakfast
anxiety attacks for lunch
and dinner served me spoonful of stress

I feel inadequate,
like I am not enough
like a water filling a glass
but it doesn't get itself full.

/she was my favorite flavored ice cream
full of cashew nuts, marshmallows, chocolate chips, creamy vanilla drizzled with chocolate syrup
and I wanted a spoonful of her goodness/

I told her the other day
"they said we are going a little too slow"

and she asked
"do you think so?"
"no, i guess this ones fine"

and my favorite words escaped her mouth creating my favorite stitches of words

"You know, you cant rush something you want to last forever"

/she unwrapped herself like a rose
wanting to be watered
with a fire breathing shower
in the winter darkness/

"What does your tattoo mean", she asked

Just in case you'll leave, i'll keep on reminding myself of two things,
(1) Just like the waves, you'll come back or
(2) Just like waves, you'll never will
which Im both not certain of.