About the face you see when you see a couple on the street,
The face you see when you want to be comforted,
The first soul you want to see when you are happy,
And then I look around at my reality,
I realize who I am meant to be,
the real me without a veil of niceties,
The me that makes the wrong choices,
The one who wants to love but looks for it in all the wrong places,
The one that breaks homes and wants the ones they can't have,
The one who almost had the one that was meant to be,
The one with so many 'the ones' and so little time,
And then i think about being lonely,
And then i think about being alone,
And then i think about being alive,
And then i think about surviving,
So many feelings and not enough space,
Breathing is faster and then with time it's easier,
Gently letting go of my inhibitions one by one,
And then it's a whole cycle of self doubt and self love.
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