i sat alone with myself and asked of me,
what are the ways i can make you happy?

she dropped her gaze and locked eyes on the floor,
as if looking through her past with a fine-tooth comb.

i looked around the room and then back at myself,
took a deep breath and then spoke aloud,

“this conversation’s pretty heavy,
and i’m not sure if i’m ready,
to admit to myself that i just don’t know
how to keep me going steady
when this excuse for a life still feels rather petty.

....... but you knew that already.”