Like you were the back of my hand.
Didn't have to think twice
Or wonder about what words to use.
But now I can't even put two and two together.

The spaces between our fingers feel i n f i n i t e
Even though you're a mere an inch away.
But I guess that's where we'll always stand.
We're just two puzzles pieces to the same picture
But not the right match.
You were a chest to be unlocked,
But I couldn't be your key.
I opened my door to let you in,
But I don't think you were so certain
On what to do.
Would it have been such a crime
To stay the night.
Whisper secrets while under 3 am's spell.
Tell the things we kept inside our guarded hearts.
Would it have been such an unthinkable thought
To think
That second chances were possible
(Then again it felt more like three).
It could have been different-
It would have been.
But, sweet pea, like they say
Not everything's meant to be.
& one of those things apparently
Included you and me.

I wonder if there will ever be a day when people will stop treating each other like possessions.
You'd think that in kindergarten we had been taught how to share.
“Everyone gets a turn,” our teacher would say.
"Five seconds at the water fountain after recess.
Pass along the book to the person next to you.
Share your box of crayons with those at the table."
We were taught how to share the tangible
The objects at our feet.
But what my teacher never taught me was how to share the intangible-
Concepts such as time, trust, and love.
Ultimately at the end of the day she never taught me how to share people.
The problem with people is that you want to keep them-
Keep them close
Keep them tight
Keep them safe.
You don't want to take turns because you fear that they will find someone who is better than you.
That one day they will leave because you were not enough.
So to suppress our paranoia we resort to rules and regulations.
We employ the facade that what we are doing is out of love
When in reality we are living in fear.
People are not possessions.
We are human beings
Capable of emotion and free will.
We are granted the ability to choose
For that freedom is what distinguishes ourselves from the rest.
We are not objects upon a shelf
To be taken down when felt like or guarded like a metal safe.
We are not punching bags
To be used at one’s disposable.
We are not mountains
To be climbed and conquered.
We are human beings
Yet humanity continually treats each other as if nothing.