of emotional barriers,
and emotional scars.
of extremely marred pasts,
and childhood trauma.
nothing was ever relevant to your eyes
nothing was ever real to your perception.
your world versus mine
two different, too different.
and here i am thinking
that there might be a chance someday
for the both of us to finally have a world;
our world.
where we would come to an understanding
where things i stand up for,
you would believe them.
where things you claim to be real,
i would trust them.
a world where we could be normal for once
like the other relationships i've always envied.
our world.
a world that would not cease to exist.
our world.
(in the end we both know
that your world is yours,
and my world is mine,
and we will never have a world
that is ours.)
