Celina Bagchi '24
Your needs, my wants, and the in between where we meet
Who am I becoming? I wonder.
I see your smile in streetlights and
Storefront window reflections and
Strangers’ gazes skating across my
Blushing cheeks.
All I want
Is to be what you want, to be
Enough for your happiness, to be
Something you could love, even though I
Wouldn’t love me either.
I loved you in the way where
Each time our hearts collided, a
Piece of mine broke and cemented itself in your soul
Slowly
Losing me to you.
I heard once that soulmates are a story made up by some old man desperate to be less alone in a sad and tired world. They told me two souls don’t fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like coffee on rainy days or stars in a cloudless sky or kissing my blushed cheeks. They told me love is a figment of the world’s collective imagination and we’re just trying to be parts of a whole puzzle when really we are each our own jigsaws and I—
I wonder if I have made it yet.
I wonder if I will ever make it into your world.
I do not belong there, but somehow there is nothing I want more
Than to look at warm honey brown eyes and know they are mine.
And you need me,
But not the way that I need you—
And I think maybe that’s what breaks me most of all.