I want to write us an alternate ending.
Something that rolls off the tongue a bit better,
And leaves the heart not feeling so bitter.
One where I’m a summer dream
Tree nymph climbing through the branches of your heart.
One where you’re concerned.
Concerned with anything, but especially me.
Where you’re not some lazy idiot
But someone who cares enough to fight.
And instead of leaving for our separate states
We’d have found some way to stay together and in love
But that is not reality
And I can’t write that.
When I try to reshape history the truth become clear
And instead of a deeply romantic moving tale
I’m left with some limp sad mess.
So I won’t rewrite history.
Make either of us out to something we will not be.
But know I would’ve liked something a bit different.
It was not reality,
But reality never felt real anyways.