Maybe

Maybe one day you'll meet her.

The girl you want me to be.

The one wearing pastels and flowers in her hair.

However, That's not me.

I'm different.

I'm a bright fluorescent neon,

and you're a dull Earthy gray.

Maybe I am weird.

However, maybe one day I'll meet him.

They boy I wish you would've been.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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