A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

My Type

They ask me what my type is,
And I can unfortunately admit that I've thought a lot about this.
I tell them I want someone funny, someone confident.
In communication, they can be dominant.


I don't want to carry the conversation.
I don't need someone to philosophically conversate with.
My friends and family do just fine,
They can match my racing mind.


But I don't want to be expected to have all the answers.
I want someone who is content just bringing out my laughter.
The moments where I don't need to be serious, I can enjoy the banter.
That easiness is what I'm after.


I don't want to feel like the responsible friend, the mother.
With those kinds of expectations, I've been smothered.
They want me to have it all figured out,
So I can clear out their doubt.


I want someone that doesn't want me to take care of them.
Someone who doesn't exist where all these emotions stem.
They don't branch off from the root cause.
They can make all these painful thoughts pause.


I want someone who wants to make me smile.
Someone who thinks that little piece of young joy is worthwhile.
Not someone who makes me walk a mile,
To save them from bleeding on the tiles.


I have this problem where my friends depend on me.
It's not their fault that they've given me a burden they can't see.
But I know this is not the way relationships should be.
So, my type is someone who helps me feel free.