Let it be; baby breathe

I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m trying to find myself.

I do not know why it took me so long to realize I love you. You were paint thinner and I thought you would ruin me. Instead you have come to wipe away the layers of what I was trying to be, and remind me of who I really am.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone’s bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

So I put my head over his chest, and I heard his heart beating, I feel his soul breathing, a song that makes my life more worth living.

Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love with someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.