What do you do when your good is not good enough?
What do you do when your good is too much?
And so this isn’t goodbye
This is the realization that our souls have been eternally tied;
The moment in time where I vow to always pray for you,
And to wish you the best,
And to love you in all of the ways refused by the rest.
I’m trapped in this place where I don’t know what to do.
What’s changed? To you? Nothing. To me? Everything. To go from finally being comfortable to questioning the things I do or say.
Where do I even belong? When I feel like the clouds are parting and the sun begins to pour in, I’m quickly pushed back into the darkness.
By whom? Me? Or others?
Do I try harder? Retreat? Pretend so everyone is happy?
Too much or not enough? Clearly just right was never an option.