Wish: To meet “me”

There are times that I wish I had someone like me in this life.

Sometimes, I crave the same depth of love I offer to others.

I tell them “I’m not busy” when I have to hustle

That “I’m just here” when I can’t even rest

And “call me anytime” when I have to adjust my schedule

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I wish they would understand me the way that I understand them

For the way that I silently ask for help behind my actions

For the way that I say “I’m fine” with a graved voice.

For the reason of consistent invites for a cup of coffee.

For that was my muffled cry, screaming in silence.

I don’t want my burden to burden other people.

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So I check my friends first.

I check you first.

I check which day of the week you are available so I can call you.

I don’t want to be a pushover.

I check your mood if you’re happy so you can pull me up.

I’m afraid your plate is already full.

I need to know that you’re perfectly fine before I share mine.

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Sadly, these situations can be counted on my fingers.

And I’m perfectly aware of that.

Since I’ve been living with that.

And I have no complaints about that.

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As I said in the beginning, this is just my wish

No need to burst my bubble, dear reader

I already did it a long time ago

This is just me in my wishful-thinking state

Dreaming for solace from life’s harsh pace

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Perhaps it’s the purpose of the tales we heard when we were kids

Aladdin’s magical genie and Cinderella’s fairy godmother

To bring back fond memories

To escape for a bit from harsh realities

Because at the point of desolation,

with no one else to turn to, filled with hopelessness

A person can only wish.