Maybe
Maybe one day you'll meet her.
The girl you want me to be.
The one wearing pastels and flowers in her hair.
However, That's not me.
I'm different.
I'm a bright fluorescent neon,
and you're a dull Earthy gray.
Maybe I am weird.
However, maybe one day I'll meet him.
They boy I wish you would've been.
This poem is about:
Me