I’m sorry I couldn’t play video games like she does.
I’m sorry I am not the girl you expect me to be.
I am sorry I’m not as cool or as pretty as her.
I am not as loud as her.
I’m sorry I’m not like her.
I am sorry I am not the person by your side anymore. Nor your shoulder to cry on.
I am sorry I won’t be like her. I can’t be. And I will not be.
But I still wish I was in her shoes, in her place, in you everything.
I still wish it was I you are always calling.
I wish I was still in your sight, with our dreams.
I still wish I am still all that you are calling home.
I still wish I could mend your breaking.
I wish I was the reason you cried, not the person who caused you those tears.
I still wish I was your last piece of puzzle that will fit into that empty space.
At the end of the day, when no one’s around,
And I would still wish.
I would still feel you’re here.
I would still feel US.
Your ghost. Your smile.
I would still see you smiling….
Not at me, but at her.
I still wish that was me.