I tell you my favourite song,

You play it on repeat,

You memorize the lyrics

And trace them on me

You tell me your favourite dreams

Are the ones where you see me,

My translucent self,

The one sculpted just for you

I trusted you with my fears

And let you in on my rainy days

And you didn’t rush to grab an umbrella

Rather you fell in love with the dripping teardrops

But even though you were perfect

You were never really “the one”

Because you didn’t fall in love with me

You fell in love with the image you crafted in your mind

Of me

And as you realized I wasn’t who

You were in search for,

You didn’t do the brave thing and

Leave

You held on to me,

And tried to change me,

And I let you

Because I’ve never felt love quite like this

The longing,

The anticipation,

The stolen glances,

And the hidden smiles

I never felt like I’ve belonged

But you were home

And every once in a while

I start to lose myself

But knowing it’s making you whole

Seems to make it worth everything

Because my happiness was never really mine

And I don’t mind ever being myself again

As long as you keep me to be yours

Summary: Samaya Saadiq writes about the feeling of giving up who you are for someone else