I know I’ll never be happy
because I need people to be something
that is impossible to be.
I need someone who will care as intensely as I do,
but who will let me destroy myself in peace.
I want them to be close and warm by my side,
but I want them as far away as possible.
Someone who will try and lift my spirits,
but who can match my sorrow.
No, I’ll never be happy
because I need impossible shoes to be filled.

















