Comfortable

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I'm not happy.
You're not happy.
You cry a lot.
I cry a lot.
I'm depressed a lot.
You're depressed a lot.
I have people, yet I still feel lonely.
You have me, yet you still feel lonely.
I feel alone.
You feel alone.

You're upset a lot.
I'm upset a lot.
You don't have any friends.
I'm starting to think I don't have friends either based on what I've experienced.
You're used to being alone.
I feel alone even when I'm supposed to feel at home.

You don't want me.
I wanted you, but you didn't want me.
You settled for me once you couldn't get what you wanted.
I allowed you to treat me like anything.
You are unhappy with life.
I am unhappy with life.
You are unhappy with your life.
I am unhappy with my life.

Perhaps, we were both just two lonely sad souls who found eachother.
Deep down we probably didn't even want each other for real, we just had no one else.
We dealt with what we could.
We tolerated each other.
Perhaps if neither of us was at this stage in our lives we would have never even met.
Perhaps, we only stay around each other because we see so much of ourselves in each other.

Perhaps we don't want each other, we just settle for one another because we both can't get what we want.
Perhaps it's because we have no one else.
Perhaps we are just two souls who have hope that we have the potential to fix the hearts of one another.

Perhaps we both feel like we can change one another for the better.
Maybe we don't let go, because we think there's still a reason to hold on even if it's platonic.
Whatever it is, there's a reason we met.
So, the time we had together shouldn't be something either of us regret.

Whatever that reason is, what if it's not a good enough reason for either of us to stay?
Perhaps we use eachother as a comfort zone that we're both scared to get out of.
Perhaps we stay because we're all we know?
Perhaps we're just sticking to the rivers and the lakes that we're used to?
Perhaps we only stay with one another because we're comfortable?-J.S.
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