Inseparable
Was what people called us
I never stopped to think about the meaning
But when I look over she’s there
Nodding along
Finishing my sentences
“Inseparable” seems like a good enough word
She has smiles in her eyes
Genius pouring out of her
Clumsy in her movements
But graceful with every breath
Does she see me watching her?
I can’t remember a time before us
Can’t see a time after
I’d like for nothing to change
But she says it already has
The distance is miles long
While we’re in the same room
But she looks at me gently
Not noticing
I can’t meet her eyes
You’ll never lose me
Was the promise she gave
And I believe every word
I’m not losing her, I’m losing myself
In the touch of her fingers
In the way she understands
In our connecting eyes
She asks me what’s wrong
And I say I’m fine
Daylight is monotonous
Sleep is depriving
My lifelong dreams don’t even compare
to the person I’ve always known
and yet failed to see clearly.
My fears have pushed me the edge
The words tumble out
Surprising us both
She stares at me
The revelation impossible to take back
Now I wish I could
Best Friends
That’s what they call us
For lack of a better term
But with just a passing glance
I’m drowning where I stand
With every turn she makes
I follow
Unaware that she’s waiting
To hear my steps behind her
“Friends” seems like a good enough word.
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From a Boy to His Best Friend
PoetryShe is his partner and his light and the voice in his head. She is the one thing from which he can't look away. These are poems about Fitz and Simmons, from Fitz's point of view, and later from Simmons'. They are based on canon. ---This began as a s...
