green and blues blending together
making the perfect combination of
& that was the problem with me & you.
because rust doesn't fit in with silver,
pessimistic & optimists are too far gone
ordinary & extraordinary end up just…
but maybe…I was the one who complicated things
it was just me. shoving excuses with a handful of
hopeful glitter all around us.
& I'm right, our hands never fit together
quite right, but we held on to each other anyway
hopeful glitter; something almost beautiful,
almost perfect. almost right. but not good enough,
me & you will never happen. I still want to hold on,
but me & you were just…
complicated, hopeful glitter.