A life in poems.

Between the first and not the last

The future I picture I wanted for us.
But you saw it but not with me, thus
Here we are. No I'm not assuming.
God I just saw a flower blooming.
But no everyone is forcing hands.
there is no clear way in these lands.
The worlds a fucked up place..
But your assuming me and that's not the case..
I can't change it. The thoughts and doubt..
But I wanna be here for you.. isn't that what it was about.?
Why.
How.
But not in my eyes.. it doesn't matter now.
It does.