You talk too much,

You are never serious.

You fidget and pace,

You keep your mind occupied so feelings can’t be processed.

But you also make me laugh.

You take me out of my head and into my body.

You are familiar and comfortable,

A teddy bear I can lean into, even when shoddy.

You felt like the future I needed, or at least wanted…

But you didn’t give us a chance to build something, a must.

You didn’t lean back to allow me to trust.

You didn’t truly see me, nor did you allow me to truly see you.

You can’t force love and neither can I…

So, you see me turn and walk away…

The you that can’t see the real me through your hurt and hardened gaze

Is the same you that will one day look back in translucent memory,

Wondering who I actually was and could have been to you…

If only you had listened more and eventually learned

That the me you see is the “me” in you and that minus “you,” there is only me…

The me you didn’t see…

The one possibly meant to be.