Normally- I'd call you a bad name
and step outside of myself so you'd understand my pain
and know how it felt to not be the chosen one.
Historically- I don't know how to deal;
I get emotional so you'll know how I feel,
then I lose control and let go of what's already gone.

But I don't wish bad things on you.
I pray she finds the light in your dark eyes like I do,
and that she looks to you like her better half.
I hope she keeps your heart safe,
and she realizes there's no one else like you in this place,
and her feet fall in step at the sound of your laugh.

You deserve happiness, I confessed this day one
when we were two sets of brokenness on the run
from a fear of getting too near; potential tragedy.
Then time left our side; it didn't align,
but if you ever turn back and hope to find
a faith time couldn't replace, please remember me.

12.31.16