I’ve always felt like I was baking
Except I didn’t have a scale
And I didn’t have a measuring cup
Or any idea of what a gram was
I had to eyeball everything
And I didn’t know what I was doing
I’ve always felt like I was too much
and at the same time, not enough.
And then I met you.
I still feel like I’m baking
And I (still) don’t have a scale
And I (still) don’t have a measuring cup
But I’ve seen a gram now
I’ve seen a gram of joy
In the smiles I get for a cute message
I’ve seen a gram of love
In the random reminders that you care
I’ve seen a gram of trust
In the secrets that we’ve shared
Late at night
A gram of moonlight in your smile
Warm and soft and safe.
And for ingredients so potent and strong
A gram is a lot
I sometimes still worry
That I am too much
Or not enough
But I no longer worry about
The fact that I don’t have
a measuring cup or a scale
I trust that I can eyeball the recipe
And while I won’t always get it right
And sometimes I will use
Too much
Or not enough
What’s different now
what you have shown me
Is that I can use too much
Or not enough
But
Those are not things I can be.
They’re mistakes I may make
(Ones we both may make)
And if I do
You’ll show me the right amount
Instead of letting me ruin the dish
So if this poem was too much
Let me know
I’ll hold off for a bit to let it settle
And if you want more like this
Let me know
I’ll add them in more frequently
Until we get it right.
Because at the end of the day
You make me feel like
No matter what
I can do too much
(Or not enough)
But I am enough
And I hope you know
You are too.