In this version of reality, I begged for you to stay,
and I did not seal my mouth with the adhesive of a lie.
I set free the muffled confession I had caged in for 6 months
which prompted you to turn back
for a second
only.
In this version of reality, I didn't even blink,
boldly proclaiming that you were nothing to me,
only a fraction of a sliver of a passing thought
that dawned upon me on rare occasions.
In this version of reality, you were the one throwing punches,
and I was the one subject to submission
for the fear of hurting you back
was greater than my desire to protect myself
In this version of reality, you watched me walk away,
while every atom in your body willed you to grab
to reach for
to touch,
but your conscience betrays.
However, this is no made-up version of reality.
You just are
I just am
and we are just not
This is the way it is.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
In this version of reality, I begged for you to stay,
and I did not seal my mouth with the adhesive of a lie.
I set free the muffled confession I had caged in for 6 months
which prompted you to turn back
for a second
only.
In this version of reality, I didn't even blink,
boldly proclaiming that you were nothing to me,
only a fraction of a sliver of a passing thought
that dawned upon me on rare occasions.
In this version of reality, you were the one throwing punches,
and I was the one subject to submission
for the fear of hurting you back
was greater than my desire to protect myself
In this version of reality, you watched me walk away,
while every atom in your body willed you to grab
to reach for
to touch,
but your conscience betrays.
However, this is no made-up version of reality.
You just are
I just am
and we are just not
This is the way it is.
(this has been an indirect)
