I want to write you a poem,
A poem like nothing I’ve ever written,
A poem that contains everything.
But I can’t put everything in one poem.
I can’t even open up to you like that.
And yet I wanna say everything to you.
I wanna tell you about my day,
About my dreams,
I want you to be my human diary,
And I want to be your human diary.
I want you to tell me about your life,
About your dreams,
But we both know that
It’s not gonna happen.
There is that space between us.
And maybe, just maybe
It’s for the best.
Or probably I am wrong
And it’s not for the best
Because it doesn’t feel like the best
But, c’est la vie (this is life)
Et la vie n’est pas juste (and life is not fair)