You never knew what being with you meant.
Those few weeks of reality,
Having spent my life shomehow out of sync.
I am the invisible girl.
Not quite here, not quite real.
It was like those old fashioned 3-d pictures,
When you put the glasses on the two lines become one.
Being with you felt like my life was real.
Universes aligned, the world sat right within it,
And I was the most 'me' I have ever been.
Even the first day we met,
I was awkward and shy.
But it was truly me awkward and shy,
Not some disjointed, disfunctional, semi-real
version of me.
Now... nothing.
Quiet, dead, nothing.
Nothing.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
You never knew what being with you meant.
Those few weeks of reality,
Having spent my life shomehow out of sync.
I am the invisible girl.
Not quite here, not quite real.
It was like those old fashioned 3-d pictures,
When you put the glasses on the two lines become one.
Being with you felt like my life was real.
Universes aligned, the world sat right within it,
And I was the most 'me' I have ever been.
Even the first day we met,
I was awkward and shy.
But it was truly me awkward and shy,
Not some disjointed, disfunctional, semi-real
version of me.
Now... nothing.
Quiet, dead, nothing.
Nothing.
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