Because were too close.
We’re the last ones to see the belly gone
Or the anger dealt with
Or a child’s gaze, in the
back of our minds
A little less on fire.
I wish I didn’t have to ask.
I wish you were a mirror
For the good and the bad
But all I hear
Is wanting for more.
And maybe that’s what you need.
And that’s okay
That’s incredible
But stop hurting me to get it.
I see progress in me.
I see the beginning of who I want to be.
Please don’t stifle that.
