you and me

by, Cassandra

And if I said this isn't
where I want to be?

Tripping over my feet,
trying to navigate
this dead-end street.

Because, honestly?
You and me…
we could never be.

You're too realistic
to mesh with my taste
for the idealistic.

I'm not the kind of girl
to write about your
pretty, tear-filled eyes.

I walk out the door,
waiting for you to
call me the liar I am.

But, you've always been
too polite to tell the truth.