someday you will know me.

to be done with it all 

to completely start over

knowing no one

because why should I know

all of these people

when I have not even begun

i’m so conflicted 

I've got much to get through this year

and I want nothing more than to get through it

with my one and only

but creeping thoughts sometimes reach

too far for comfort

sometimes I wonder 

what it would be like

to be free from it all

to be free to speak as I wish

to be free to receive words

from others

without feeling a touch of guilt each time

as if I have done something

terribly

awfully 

you’re all I could have ever asked for

but sometimes I wonder

if there’s more out there for me

if there might possibly be

someone else.

but I don’t want to think that

because you’re still my world

it just baffles me that there are some I know

who want themselves to be my world

too

and I don’t know how much time

I don't know how long it will take me 

to muster up the courage

to tell you