i hope i’m not asking too much of you.
i’m not asking you to fix me,
because that wouldn’t be fair.
i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms,
but i’d love that.
i don’t want you to be my friend,
because we’ve never truly worked as just friends before.
i wish we weren’t on different time zones,
we always fall out of infatuation when the other falls in.
i hope that we don’t crumble apart,
because i can’t handle another landslide.
just like i’m sure you can’t handle another person leaving you behind.
i promise i’d never walk away from you,
i’d never leave you stranded.
i can’t promise forever,
that’s too much to bear.
i can only promise you pieces of me,
a puzzle with some empty spots.
instead of presents wrapped in bows,
i’ll give you my heart and soul
in the shape of little irregular pieces of cardboard.
i’ll wait for you to fit me in next to the edge pieces,
i’ll make it easy for you.
because, it’s so easy to see myself with you,
my head fits into the dip in your chest
like we were made for each other.
maybe you’re my final piece to the puzzle,
but i’ll never force you to fit with me.