You And I Just Fit
it’s weird the way some people just fit.
like shoes or sweaters or
the way my mouth fits perfectly
pressed against yours.
it’s weird the way some people just fit.
like shoes or sweaters or
the way my mouth fits perfectly
pressed against yours.
I don’t know which is harder;
loving someone
or letting yourself be loved.
You wanted me to be temporary – until something better came along; a new opportunity, a new adventure, a new escape. You wanted me to fit the mold of how you wanted to be loved, and I just couldn’t.
Maybe I’m not pessimistic, maybe I’m just a realist. I’m realistic about life and people. I’m realistic about how emotions work and change over time. I guess I have time to figure out ‘what I am’ but I think it’s time to decide what I’m not. I don’t want to be someone who is afraid anymore.