Reflections

I remember there was a time when I thought you were the nicest thing. I remember when I thought I wanted to see if we could be something, when all along I knew that we were nothing and would never amount to anything.

I wanted you because I couldn't have you. I called you mine in moments and in spaces of time because you belonged to someone else. You belonged to fantasy and favorite was something of my dreams. I stitched together fairies and dust and blew on it in just the right light and there you appeared.

Moments that slipped through my wanting waiting fingers and it wasn't you that I wanted or waited for. I thought you were, because I was waiting, because I was wanting, but I was wrong. I thought you were substance, sustenance. You simply made me sick. Stomach flips that I blamed on the union of lips.

I remember when I was wrapped up in you, the warmth of your words that I flocked to and yet they burnt. Burned me and I let it be. Allowed the worse for me. Didn't heed the warnings. Didn't hear your strings singing out to me to simply just let it be.

I couldn't and I wouldn't, but now it is nothing more than a phantom of a memory. Just as I knew it would be. Cut deep, but reality healed me. The reality of you and me.

I remember there was a time when I thought you were the nicest thing. I remember when I thought I wanted to see if we could be something, that you wouldn't forget me, that I meant something, when I thought that I was different.

Then I realized I was.