first poem, first real blog, third real tragedy

So believe it or not

I wrote this last night

I had bad feeling

it seems I was right

My world is quite crooked

nothing's the same

heres the poem anyway

for me; for the blame:

I knew it was coming

I didn't think it was here

Some things just hit you

And you can't shed a tear

I thought it was all good

All day good it wasn't

For I was here, and she was there

And neither knew the other them.

The other them was a them who did things they'd never done, but would

The other them was a them who knew

Things they'd never know about until they did

It was a good thing

That the other them never knew them

And that them never really existed in the first place.

They nearly met, you know

That's really what caused it,

Cause they didn't really like seeing themselves through someone else's eyes

Who's eyes they merely imagined they could see through, but they were only seeing through the others eyes with their own.