What we were.
What were we? Were we part of a riddle, an act, a chapter, a phrase, or a lie perhaps? Never could I fathom, to put what we had into words, for the truth was we lived in disparate worlds.--- I in my fears and you in your disguises. Both of us seeking an out to our damaged voices. But this I know, As we both fed ourselves with lies On what we were? Basked in the ties of what has not yet o'er. Fearful of admitting, that what we had was beyond fleeting. And through those deafening silences, questions such as where does fate and serendipity deem on us bringing. Alas! As I grow weary of my veracious reveals, and your unseeming chary deals. And as I became ready for the big reveal, on this obscure momentary life deal. We both moved forward and declared a truce, accepting each other's sad truths. Circumstances changed, and I pulled the cord, and you looked on unnerved of this sudden discord. At first i could not reason on how you passed through it without a day's proof of a drain But then I knew better and saw through your reluctance to create an eternal stain. So I sit and thank you in silence for letting me defy prudence. Baning my mind to the point of clarity, whereas bearing me forth witness to all the subsequent possiblility. But most of all I am beyond thankful, for the butterflies that you gave me were sightful. Making me realize that maybe love part deux would not be as frightful. For there was once a fearful girl, but that has now turned into an abyss of a blur.