Say You Love Me

For once, I’d like to have something good that doesn’t go away. To have something that sticks to me like glue. To delight in my happiness without reminding myself to never get too high. I wonder how much longer does this have to be a battlefield? Maybe it always will be. Yes, it’s good to be strong but lately that’s all I am. And I am ready to be more. Much more than the battles. More than everything that I’ve lost. This should feel like more than survival. All I want is something that feels like home. To be more than okay and more than strong. But until then, okay is much better than where I’ve been. Maybe that’ll be enough for now.