Freedom in Contrast

Don’t break the walls, keep me with you.

I can’t stay here, there’s too much space between us.

I’m tired of making sure I wake up before him to greet him a good day

I've had enough of late-night talks when all I want is enough sleep

I’m sick of receiving the same old message asking me what I’m doing, if I had already eaten my lunch, what and where I ate, who I was with when I did

I don’t want to smile and say everything is okay when it is not — that I’m fine with seeing and hearing all this without ever having to hold the actual thing

I’m done pretending that what we have right now is enough

It is not that I don’t want it — but I don’t want to continue this way

I’m tired of waking up in the morning without a kiss

I’ve had enough of sleeping with someone without spending the night for sweet moments

I’m sick of feeling ugly for staying with someone who won’t even look at me — someone glued to a gadget when speaking

I don’t want to smile and say everything is okay when it is not — that I’m fine with living like this and not feeling any of it

I’m done pretending, I want something more

It is not that I don’t want it — but I don’t want to continue this way

Funny, eh? How both of them keep complaining about something that I want.

Lucky are they who already have what others long for.

I want someone with whom I can share mornings with — by thoughts, kisses, or mere presence. How nice it is to have someone I can spend the nights with in whatever form. To care and worry for another — and to smile at the thought of it.

I’m done pretending that what I have is enough

I want something more

What is time if I can’t spend it with another?

It is not that I don’t want to be free — but I don’t want to live this way

“If only I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t complain much.”, said someone dead.