we were like sailboats,
all set for individual destinations,
not knowing how or when we would arrive.

we were like sailboats,
that crossed paths and waved hello,
but we got so used to each other's company in the sea,
that when it was time to let go,
it was too hard,
so we chose to stay.

but, with fate's cruel twist,
a huge wave crashed,
and set us both back to our separate courses,
so we drifted,
slowly,
painfully,
until we could no longer remember who each other were.

she said, he said,
what’s in between?
the hurt, the anger and the painful reality,
that in the eyes of many,
i am no longer,
the one who cares,
the one who loves truly and deeply,
the one with a sky full of dreams,
in the end,
in other people’s eyes,
i am not even me,
i am someone who they’ve painted me to be.

I see you happier without me,
and honestly that kills me.
It kills me to know that you've found comfort in those who you told me you disliked.
It's weird how through time, I watched you change into someone you told me you never would be.
It crazy how time can change people.
It changed you and it changed me; it changed us.
But, I'm somehow still holding on to you, through my memories of you.
And, one day or someday, we might cross paths again.
Maybe by then,
time will have completely changed us both.