This girl:
She is not in
She is not out,
She is not here
She is not there,
She is not mine
I am not hers.
Yet,
We found ourselves linked as one
From the soul
Though It was not part of the bet
For us to be of two minds about the name,
It was already set
In description
That we had no original function
When confronted with true friction
We would attract warfare
Long before we could understand this relationships welfare
Death alone, was no longer unfair.
Pity we were yearning for an adverb
When it was adversely clear
That we were abstract to its true definition.
Asserting false restitution
To all our heart breaking resolutions,
Our respiration was not the only problem.
For unknown pronunciations
Of this vicarious verb was all we could find.
Could nobody help?
Or was I just thinking of myself again?
Not much could remain.
When we had to figure out fearfully
That though these feelings occurred live
Neither of us -no matter how much it re-occurred-
From this
Would live.
She could not be mine
And I…
I could not be hers.
The issue is
Our conscience from the past
Lead our sights
To a future that was not:
A world of unfamiliar conversations
Because of reciprocated endings
With diction that is alike in nothing.
I love you…
We ended up just reciting.
