No lines had been crossed.
Just rather standing on the fence line.
People can say a lot of things
But it was innocent,
Nor would I be made to feel bad
About being honest about my own feelings.
I wasn’t thirteen. I didn’t believe
You could only love one person.
Doing the right thing-
Regardless seemed to come with a price tag
And judgements. Wasn’t that ironic?
I didn’t believe love meant
Convenience, or only loving when it was easy
As I knew, the best things grew
In the moments when it was the hardest-
Yet, there it all was stable.
Nsync and in balance-
Like timing would reveal its purpose
Finding myself thinking about something-
Someone that lingered in the shadows
And was nothing but a stranger to me.