I don’t want to find myself if it means losing you.

I don’t want to wander through this world without your words,

or dance and laugh if you can’t share my joy.

I don’t want to cry without your comfort.

I want to love you, even if it leads to more hurt.

I want to choose you in a crowded room of exes and failed flings.

I want to revel in your victories

and reveal to you the pain I carry.

I don’t want to arrive if it means leaving you.

I don’t want to grow without your hands to hold.

I don’t want to face tomorrow or any day after that

if you aren’t there to make it easier to get through.

I don’t want to find myself if it means losing you.

I’m okay with not knowing who I am as long as I know you.