Me

My eyes are dark brown almost black, they're piercing and intense, but yours aren't like that yet. There are things I hate about you that I remind you of constantly, you probably hate every little thing about me. You have dreams to reach the highest points, but I haven't caught a glimpse of that view. We both love blue cars I know that because your dad drove a blue Pontiac. It could take you for miles and you'd never get tired of it. That spot is filled by my car a blue Mazda. We share the same room, car, thoughts and hopes. There was a time I wanted to erase my memory of you, to spitefully forget. You had high hopes for me and I haven't delivered an ounce of it. So I'm finally forgiving us for being at odds, for being a disappointment to you, my inner child.