I look into your eyes and all I see is desperation,
A need to cling on
To a picture of us in your head
That you have elaborately drawn,
That you can’t seem to forget
You, the puppeteer and
I, the marionette

You planned it to quickly,
Mapped it out too decidedly,
Committed too readily,
Took the wrong direction steadily

For there is an error in your plan
Something that isn’t property to any man
The pathway of my future
The road I will take
Decisions in which you can never partake

I am not that person, don’t make me her.

Not the girl next door,
Nor the hometown girl

Not the one who decided to stay,
Not the one that got away

I beg of you, wake up
This future of yours isn’t real
It isn’t even what you want,
Isn‘t what you truly feel

Deep down I know you know
That we have an understanding,
Something we realized ages ago,
a timed bomb that will eventually blow
An earthquake we’re not built for withstanding
An event that will ruin your careful planning


Don’t worry we have all been there
Have all been Holding on too tight,
Wanting this clockwork to keep on ticking,
Straining with all our might

But believe me my friend, you will later regret all the hours you have spent
Concuncting impossible scenarios in your head

Still, Your time has not been wasted
Yet, Your efforts unappreciated
For look how much you’ve grown
How much wiser you’ve become
Even after all the bad that has been said and done.

Would never wish you any evil
Only Wish you all the best
Hope you know not everything was wrong
Hope you know that you are strong
Hope your path will lead you where you belong