paracosm-delusional nightmares

{eighteen}

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'blue'

our colour.
'me too,'
was what I said to you,
the day you told me you love me too.

oh, how i remember those days.
when we were eighteen years of age,
when we played in the sun,
when weird games and sunrays
were enough for us to have fun.

aesthetic enough,
that was our life,
weird from the outside,
but happy from the inside.

but then,
one day,
that stopped.

"boys and girls shouldn't be together unless they are labelled as dating."

"you're sure you are 'just friends' with that boy?"

"is a 'girl' really your best friend? Man up, dude."

"please don't tell me you're friends with a boy, either date him or drop him."

and you believed those lies,
and so did i.

and we drifted apart,
didn't we?

happier together,
sad apart,
'best friends' as mothers,
yet no talking involved.
pictures together,
but all torn apart,
dads talking to each other,
but no talking involved.

"this is good, he was creepy from the start, stay away from him."

"thank god dude, the girl was bad news."

"i don't think you should like him, he isn't nice."

"good to see you man'd up."

this time,
you didn't believe those lies,
neither did i.

we started talking.

"hey, i am the girl next door."
"hi, i am the idiot that is also known as the boy next door."

weirder and happier together,
anxious apart.
mothers were best friends,
but this time we talked.
dads were friends,
and this time we talked.

"what the hell, you're back again with 'him'?!"

"you can't do this man, girls can't be our best friends."

"stay away, he's going to hurt you."

"man up."

but this time,
you didn't believe those lies,
and darling,
neither did i.

and we didn't drift apart,
did we?

and now that i look back to those days,
with my life here with my family,
and yours far away in another country,
i can't help but think,
if we believed those lies,
would we be able to create the world we live in,
you and i?

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-about-

written: june 17, 2021

Wrote this poem when I was recharging myself after too much interaction with my relatives. Introversion, can't escape it.
This is definitely one of my amateur poems, and I have got much better at writing since then.
I usually never write poems based on love, that's why in the end, I made the two people not be together. That's just not my forté.
In the country in which I live, or at least the area where I live, boys and girls are mostly not allowed to be together. Either they should be siblings, or they have to ignore the other person. The students in my school are pretty accepting of a relationship, but not the school authorities or the people near my house. So I wrote this poem keeping that in mind.
I had even included some angst in this poem, but I reminded myself to keep it simple.

-anyways, thanks for reading, people!! do vote and comment if you liked it-

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