I'm worried.
I'm worried we are too different
for my definition of romance or love
which I would agree needs revising
perhaps heavily
to be more realistic, to be more kind
and less tangled in bullshit I don't even believe in.
But because I don't fulfill you
I don't think I can be fulfilled
and I don't know if it would help more
or who it would help more
to be a vitamin in your life
instead of the whole meal
But that's not how I should think of it, I know.
I never thought I owned you
but I can see where you might start to feel
some type of way - afraid you'll miss out.
Maybe all I ever wanted to be was to be enough
good enough
just being myself
without having to prove it
without having to earn it
without working too hard and getting all uncomforable for it
Maybe that's where you come in.
Maybe that's where the life is,
the one I've been missing.
Maybe...
So now I can "improve"
or remain.
While there is value in both
either choice must be made for myself
though
I cannot deny your influence.
So let's redefine
I am not worried
I am mindful
but neither seems like love to you
does it?
Are we just giving different names to the same things?
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