I’m trying to be more me than you.
Trying to stand up and throw off the things that I adopted.
Things that I thought might help me win you.
Things that you loved that I thought maybe, just maybe
If I loved them you’d spend more time with me.
But I’m realizing that’s all wrong.
I’m not happy with the things you chose for “us”.
I’m bored with your hobbies so I’m going back to myself.
I’m not as philosophical.
I prefer to laugh than debate.
I’m not some health guru
I like my potato chips and pop rather than soy beans and tofu.
I’m not some great mind that wanders the land.
I just want to see people and hear their stories not solve world hunger.
I am done being the me that I thought you wanted.
I’m going to be the me that I want.
The me that would rather sit around and watch Law and Order
Than go and climb a mountain.
The me that writes poems about relationships that never existed
Than soliloquize about the virtues of being an honest man.
I am done with the shackles I made myself out of your image.
I’m ready to be this person.
The tie-dye matched with plaid pajamas gonna watch my favorite British show and drink some margarita me.