rereading those written thoughts
takes me back
to a time I was okay,
happy to be me,
being perfectly imperfect.
what happen?
who am I?
where did that me go?
and when did the new me come to be?
why cant I be okay with myself anymore?
I want to be okay,
I want to understand,
but most of all...
I want you to be there
like when I cant be
I want to know you're going to be there
when I need you the most
but truly, you usually aren't
and that's okay,
i'm okay
or at least I will be
hopefully