Another pseudonym for another pseudo dream.
You made beautiful music with your best friend,
But it was me who should have held onto your harmonies.
How could I even compare?
Another world I came from,
Though our lives couldn't have been that different.
Last generation's number of zeros-
Those shouldn't have affected us.
There had to be more.
I vowed never to turn negotiations into love songs.
Not with you.
I was pulled in-
Unintentional signs of affection
Warped with my poor reading comprehension.
The greatest hits of my dreams
Play endlessly to your picture.
"His eyes met mine
for a moment
but for a moment in time"
Writ on a childish diary.
Where did those two years go?
The agony,
Self-imposed assignments without extra credit.
But I did them, even so.
The basketball, the pencil-
Obsessive does not begin to describe
What's inside this ever-growing body.
Awkward and out of proportion-
I'm sure you felt it too.
Metal-mouthed and four-eyed
Still it did not change
The things it should have.
