Me, Myself, and I
I was once told I'd make someone else very happy
As if their happiness meant more than mine
As if i was put here
On this vast world
to make someone elses heart beat;
To make it race;
Faster than my own
I find myself tripping over the thoughts of him
For I've come to the relization
the only healthy relationship that truly matters to me
Is the one that lies between Me, Myself, and I
I've found solitude in the forest,
As it helps me clear my head,
and organize the thoughts that i can no longer house in the bags under my eyes
And as a white crane carries itself to the water
so do I
rippled with reality
I see the version of me i took so long to create
And cleanse myself from the distorted versions i had made before
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