It’s dangerous sometimes, this religion of you and me that we fabricate
In the fragile threads we weave around each other
To cover the things we are too afraid to say
And some days, I believe in it less
And trust you less
And fail to be the stalwart co-creator
I was when our impudent youth
Held no barriers
To what we would be,
To the path we would chart.
And am I enough?
Did I turn out to be enough?
I’m always worried I’m not enough for you
I know its irrational but sometimes
I feel like I’m not good enough for you
Like one day you will see me
Stripped, faults and all
And think I was a mistake
You’re in too deep to undo
And think
I was pretending to be someone else all along
Someone who deserved you.