Relief, the feeling is fleeting
There is no real relief
Not until I’ve made amends
Balancing myself with you is tougher than I anticipated
But something I’m intent on mastering
I also wonder at what point anything I do is accepted.
If you don’t accept the little things you won’t accept the bigger ones either.
Then your perception is skewed and everything I do is wrong, because you WANT it to be wrong
See the good and let the baby steps matter.
I try. do you care?
Enough is enough
But what is enough?
Everything? Nothing?
It’s a 2 way street. But you’re acting as if it’s one.
Give me an opening, lest I continue to aimlessly crash.
