I wish I had the answer to us.
This waltz that we do.
It’s not fair to either of us this constant tug-o-war on heart strings.
At one point I was ready to be someone else.
Someone full and complete.
I was ready to be that person for you
But I know differently now.
I am a current work.
Something never quite done.
Undergoing constant construction.
You need stable.
You need solid ground.
You need a kitchen and 2.5 kids.
I need open air.
I need the constant rush of the world around me.
I need to breathe in something new every day.
Or I wither and die.
I am no longer the girl you fell in love with.
The girl that remains then is a hollow shell.
I wish you knew how badly I wanted it to workout.
I wish you knew what it was for me to be willing to sacrifice my whole self.
But for now it will never be.
So some nights I miss the feel of your body next to mine.
Sometimes I miss your intertwining fingers.
But if know I can never have them back.