i wish you’d be
half as happy
as you make me

if somebody asks you,
“who are you?”

here’s what you should say;

that you’re a god who swaps faces
more than the moon changes its phases.

that you’re a different person than who you were,
yet you’re the same person you always were.

that you’re a mess that contradicts itself,
that you’re a puzzle yet a piece of something else.

that you’re the rise and fall of empires,
that you’re a phoenix without its fires.

if you ask yourself,
“who am i?”

here’s what you do know:

you are you.