The way your hand meets mine
It's not the way I want
I need
But it still makes me smile.

I'm starting to think
Smiling isn't always enough
However;
What if there is nothing more for me
Than smiling through life

What if this mask I'm wearing
I can just keep on forever
Leading a mediocre life
Of nothing but you.

Part of me is okay with that
But that's what scares me the most.