I am not better when I am with you,
Just a better version of myself,
different, and whole.
You pull my secrets from my lungs,
and suffocate my fears.
I don't know who I am on my own now,
and that is okay,
but sometimes I feel that
I am not better when I am with you,
just different.
And I wish I could be who I really am,
and broken,
waiting to be fixed,
again.