to be free

the moment I saw you, I saw your potential

and wanted it so badly for myself.

you are no good for me,

because I am not good enough for you,

yet I crave you anyway,

a pain I am willing to endure, for you.

I wish you would see me the way I see you;

glowing, radiant, brilliant.

yet I am not you; rather the opposite.

I would turn your world into despair.

you don't deserve that.

so, instead I will fantasize about you,

lost in the never-ending daydream:

the one where you see me too,

and you take my darkness and turn it into light.

suddenly, I am free.

you make me better, healthier, happier.

I want to absorb you into my skin,

take your cells, your DNA, your thoughts,

and make them my own.

but I am no good for you,

so I will let you be.

and instead, dream of what it's like to be

free.