I can't see the way we're ever going
to get through everything
because I'm blinded by your perfection
and my eyes are along for the ride but
constantly stinging when I don't know
if you're thinking about me too.
I try; you can give me that, but
whenever your head is down I'm so scared
that I'll break something if I ask you
if you're okay.
And I could say I miss the days when
I was in control, but we would still
be walking past each other
in the hallways without stopping if
it weren't for you.
So you're everything that I need, but I'm
taking up space and getting jealous and
letting you be sad because I'm
terrified of missing anything by
trying to fix it.