Sometimes I look at us, you and me, and I wonder what got us. What got us lonely and sad and hurting in places we didn't know existed and in ways we couldn't define. What took away the belief that he was going to walk up to you with roses in his hands and his heart in his eyes and he was going to be tall, and handsome, with these eyes that would look at you like they were drinking you in, this smile that would just make your heart stumble, these gorgeous strong arms and shoulders that you'd just want to run your fingers over, and that he'd think you were perfect however you were, and he would be intelligent and witty and sharp and intuitive and caring and protective and kind and generous and honest and loyal and faithful and good, just so good that nothing and nobody else would ever stand a chance against him. and all he'd ever want was you and you'd ever want was him, and that was it, you loved and respected and trusted each other and you were each other's world and there was the happy ending we dreamed of.
And then what happened.
How did everything change so drastically, when did we realize it wasn't ever going to be like that, so we'd settle for second, no third, no fourth best, no okay, not any category of best, we'd just settle and keep settling. We'd just take what we got and get on with it, because here was the other part, we discovered there were bigger, tougher issues in life, like how badly your family could fuck you up, how badly other people could fuck you up, how badly you could fuck yourself up, how badly you could fuck someone else up, because everyone perpetuates this cycle of abuse, don't they. How badly you could crash and burn and be reduced to nothing but ashes.
But what the hey, hey, I survived so far and so have you. We're here, we're alive and kicking and sometimes we're tired and often times we give up, but I'll pull you back in and you'll pull me back in and we'll keep going. We'll escape once in a while, once every few years when it gets too much, and we'll go somewhere and do our version of crazy things, which are still everyone else's version of tame things cause that's just how we are, and we'll stay up to watch the sunrise and dance like there's no tomorrow and eat the most delicious food, nothing much will matter. Then we'll come back and we'll struggle on.
But you'll always have me and I'll always have you.
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