Am I the one?
Maybe. Maybe not.
You had decades to fall in love with yourself,
and standing over there is a teary-eyed you
disappointed in my inability to follow suit in a month.
I have been here before.
I have felt this before.
Each one emptied the room,
leaving the home that we built
before you moved in.
I know time is ticking.
I am not here to waste your seconds.
Pressure won’t make me love you any faster
but it may result in my leaving sooner.
“Love” and “extreme like” feel the same until hardship hits.
We’ve covered a lot of ground since meeting
but if we are looking at this in terms of forever,
honestly, I barely know you.