Los Espookys

I still flinch
When people call me kind

As if they’ve mistaken my overthinking
For virtue

Like they don’t see
How hard it is
To stay soft
In a world that keeps sharpening
Its edges

You say I’m perfect for you

And I believe that

But some nights
I still apologize
For things I haven’t done

I still find new ways
To feel too much
And not enough
At the same time

Yet you trace the outlines
Of the parts
I tried to bury

The restless
The reckless

You say it’s all part of the whole

But I don’t know how to be whole

I just know that when you hold me
I feel like I already am

No need to be fixed,
No need to be finished

Just being seen
And still
Being wanted