Some days are amazing,
some days are my lowest,
some are better still.
Some days, I am more than enough
some days, I am still enough
some days, I wish for just one person,
who would nudge and tell me I am enough for the two of us.
Some days, I have the goofiest of smiles, pasted on my face.
Some days, I have to pull the strings really hard to find a reason to smile for.
Some days, I am lit up with the presence of six people and on
some days, I need my seventh person
for the real spark.
Some days, I want to be there for everyone and on,
some days, I want to belong to just that one person.
Some days, I want to go around hi-fiving random strangers and
some days, I want to be bound in a bear hug with just one person.
Some days, I look at my reflection and scold myself for dwelling in all the self-pity and
some days, I am too weak to even look at my reflection, to take in all the redness of my eyes.