by Alexia K., 14
The more you tried, the more I pushed.
Not to be isolated, (I hate that feeling).
I did it for you.
I did it for me.
I’m like air, always drifting in my thoughts.
I’m like fire, always heated.
I’m like the ocean, but somehow I’m drowning in my own reality.
I’m like a storm, yelling and rambling.
But you,
Well, you’re like the spring flowers that people look forward to year round.
You’re like the sun, glowing with personality.
You’re like the gentle, breezy vacation everyone wants to take.
Some may say opposites attract.
But I don’t think that’s right.
Maybe in another life.
Maybe in a dream.
But, there’s no possible way there will be a you and me.
Bridge Ink 