echoes of a thousand yes

pathological people pleaser

Pas de Deux by Norman McLaren

i’m good at swallowing  
what's left of myself. every corner  
you haven’t filled—space collapses into what  
you need me to be—a shape-shifter,  
blurred at the edges, soft as doubt. i say yes  
to silence, to being the soil beneath your feet,  
and sometimes i think i’m sinking,  
but even that is a comfort, isn’t it? bett…