i remember the days
i would go through life’s waves
desperately drowning for you.
little did i know,
you weren’t capable to feed me like i needed you to.
it couldn’t be you to see me through.
i’d live in the fairytales of my hearts’ comfort,
i’d live in only the safest parts of music’s rhythmes,
which felt like magic,
and like it was acceptable to be an addict,
my mind would paint,
until it constructed the perfect picture of just us two.
this walk through,
reminded me of all things anew,
i’d search deeper and deeper,
only to lose my footing quicker,
with the solid ground labeled as
us and we, meaning:
I, myself, and me.
i don’t regret falling for you,
yet i do regret chasing you,
and almost forcing what wasn’t for you, on you.
i don’t think either one of us knew the essence
of the saying:
what’s for you is for you
and that’s something that could never be misconstrued.
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