If you could share a secret with me, what’s the deepest you could go?

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If you could share a secret with me, what’s the deepest you could go?
I wonder if
I will ever feel
Like I am enough.
As if I measure up
Or fall short
On some world wide scale
Of inadequacy.
I wonder if
Inevitably
Things will change.
And I will feel
Like I,
Myself,
Am enough for you.
I’m not afraid of anything.
This I promise.
But I will also add, that I,
Strongly and deeply,
Fear everything.
Remember skipping class
To spend more time together?
We used to sneak into and out
Of each other’s houses
In risk of being caught
Only to do it that much more if we did.
We used to surprise each other
And disappoint each other
And argue just to make up.
We used to laugh at each other
But pick each other up
And support each other
Even if that meant
Encouraging distance.
And one day the distance
Caught up with us
Only to make us realize
That we would be going different ways.
But we still took turns trying to hold on
And pull us back together.
And though that never happened,
I will forever feel a part of you
Being a part of me
And remembering all the times
We would get in trouble
Just to spend a few more minutes together
How crazy is it to think
That one day we
Will no longer be a we.
It’s hard to imagine
A life without you
And yet I very well know
That one day I may have to.
And when the clouds roll in
I hope you welcome the storm.
I hope you enjoy the lightning
And the soothing rhythm of thunder.
I hope it takes you down a road
That intimidates you just enough
To let you experience personal growth.
And when those clouds dissipate
I hope you come out with a few stories.
I hope you come out new and daring.
And I hope you become
Your own kind of storm.
When you're a kid, you're scared of monsters under the bed. The tragic part is, when you grow up, you realize they're everywhere and that bad things happen every day to people both good and bad. The beautiful part is, you have a choice to let it strengthen you and soften you to the harshness in the world. You have a choice to not let the negative parts of the world crush you and make you hard and angry and resentful. Life can be pretty hard. But if you so choose, it doesn't have to be lonely and disappointing - it can be beautiful and hopeful. Every day that you wake up, you have a choice to make. And I hope you always make the choice to be courageous, happy, and hopeful.
Crazy to think
That you were at first
Exactly what I needed
To calm me down
And bring me back
From up in the clouds.
But then you were
Exactly what ruined me.
You tore up the past
And let it haunt our present
You broke your promises
You broke me
In ways I didn’t even know
And I was left
Bitter and breaking
Putting myself back together
Why do we seek so hard to define
What is right and what is wrong?
For I cannot think of a single thing
That is all one or all another.
There is no black and white.
There is no grey.
There is only beautiful colors.
Colors painted in emotions.
Schemes painted in stories.
And bold compositions
When combined.
Nevermore
Is what is known.
But dare I say
I'd much prefer
Forever more.
How crazy it is
That millions of lives carry on
Under the same moon.
I sat and listened to the waves.
They came crashing in.
But gently
Rhythmically
Consistently different
If you listened closely.
I sat and thought about it.
Are we really that different?
Gentle - rhythmic.
Consistently different.
It was a gentle morning
Of you endlessly tracing my body
Searching it like a map
And me staying wrapped around you.
The story of the love
That lovers can't seem to make work
Seems to me to be
The most tragically beautiful.
For you must look hard to see
The unfailing passion.
The unfailing hope
That two people hold
Only for each other.
You have to figure out what's real.
You have to learn to separate
What is happening to you
And what your dreams tell you.
Your dreams, sometimes valid,
Are simply mere illusion.
Figments of your past
Playing an imaginative future.
And if you listen to them
You could lose who you really are.
How crazy is all of this.
That no matter how far we drift
That gravity brings us back together.
Just once in awhile.
But just enough
To remember it all too well.
The idea of growing old
Definitely scares me.
Becoming weak and dependent
Isn't quite for me.
But the idea of growing old
With someone like you
Somehow makes me feel
A sense of coming home.
A sense of belonging.