What am I to you?
What am I still to you?
Was I your undiscovered stranger?
Or am I the uninteresting topic no one wishes to speak of?
Am I... uncomfortable to you?
I'm sorry.
I still miss you
Even after all these years
... Sorry, I just really wanted to make this sound rather more...
Poetic?
Yeah, it didn't go well, didn't it?
I'm sorry, I'm just really trying to impress you
I... I'm pathetically still doing so.
After these two quick years,
I've suddenly had a dream with you in it.
You looked slightly different
But still full of life
You still wore the reason why I fell in love with you
But what did that dream meant?
Should I continue wondering about you?
No. I don't know what to write anymore.
My dream started like any other dream
Floating, swimming into stress
Until my eyes met yours, it all stopped
In entered a familiar peaceful aurora
Does this mean you're my antidote to my problems?
I now wish to walk in the calm rain
Listening to soft music to soothe my rushing thoughts and questions
Your silky hair
Skin as soft as what a child imagines a cloud would feel like
Your eyes that called mine
I'm sorry that I exist
I can't remember if I've ever harmed you in anyway
I wanted to make it up to you either way
I tried to, but thoughts as people prevented me
Did they have their own reasons?
Was there any barrier between us?
What was it?
Oh yeah, you didn't like me at all
I tried to kiss it better
I kissed your hand, but it was on your palm
Did it mean anything to you?
Did... I mean anything to you at all?
... I'm sorry.
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