THERAPY SESSION

forty-nine » s i m p l e

sometimes i want to be simple
write words easy to understand
not care about things
smile at my right-cheek-dimple

sometimes i need to go easy
take breaks from myself
tell you to hold my hand
and to tightly squeeze it

i wish it wasn't as hard as it is
i'm not simple, not easy at all

trying to befriend me is
a traffic jam on the stop and go
watching me everyday is
a washing machine spinning low

fueled by uneasiness.

sometimes i want to be loved
by everyone, that is,
be desirable all times
and never be stopped

sometimes i want to love
someone so desperately
something always holding me back

sometimes, all times, it's never enough.