Say there was one,

Someone who would sing with me and write with me,

Someone who would play with me and create with me.

Say there was one who would talk to me, and sit with me when I can’t sleep and I’d sit with him when he can’t sleep.

Say there was someone who saw my demons as demons he himself had and could see in my worst moments that I am not them

And I could see the same in his, that he isn’t them either.

Say there was someone like that,

Someone who would love me for me

My you

Whose you I could be

How would I ever find him?

If I don’t know where else to look

How would I ever reach him when I don’t have the ability to reach anywhere?

How would I know that he knows that I’m here and hasn’t already found someone better than me

I said we were connected not that I was best.

How would I know that in comparison to every person he’s ever met I don’t pale in comparison because

How do I know if the me I was supposed to be in the moment I was born is the me I am now?

What if he saw me and didn’t want me after all?

What if he saw me and already had his life figured out?

What if he saw me and what he already had was already worth more put together than I’d ever be worth by myself?

If I hold on

What am I holding on to?

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