crescencia,
She was not
Her labels
Not the price tag of her possessions
Her mistakes
Not some homework to be graded with checkmarks and x’s
The fears of her future
Not the expectations of so many
The final piece to my puzzle
My dream-
A delusional fantasy where I’d run to and hide?
Who was I to her…
Her shoulder to lean on
A storm of who’s, what’s, and why’s
Of nightmares and of daydreams
Could she…
Literary: Something More
She was not
Her labels
Not the price tag of her possessions
He was not
His reputation
Not the medals framed on his wall
She was notHer mistakes
Not some homework to be graded with checkmarks and x’s
He was not
The pains of his past
Not the hearsay of so few
She was notThe fears of her future
Not the expectations of so many
Neither was he
The grand finale to my song
Neither was sheThe final piece to my puzzle
Although I always hoped
She could’ve been.
He could’ve been.
Who was she then…
Who was he then…
to me?
Was sheMy dream-
A delusional fantasy where I’d run to and hide?
Was he
My aspiration-
A mountain so distant I could barely glimpse its peak?
Who was I to her…
Who was I to him…
in the first place?
Was I Her shoulder to lean on
Was I
His light in the shadows
Just as she was mine?
Just as he was mine?
And yet…
She was also my conscienceA storm of who’s, what’s, and why’s
He was also my mirror
Both genuine and insecure
To her
To him
I must have been
A plight Of nightmares and of daydreams
A scripted act
Of tolerant truth and gentle lies
More so…
I’ve always loved who she was to me
I’ve always loved who he was to me
I’ve always loved how we were.
Could she…
Could he…
have wanted something more?
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