Maybe in another life. We would be dancing.

In another world. We could be flying.

Speeding through the flames. Splashing in the waves. Chasing the neon sun.

On a diet of blood, sweat, and tears. Combined with a general lack of restraint.

I knew you once, for a short while.

Then they put out our fire.

With antidepressants, mood stabilizers, and antipsychotics.

They took you away from me.

If you were here. We might be raging.

You and I. We are children of chaos.

Thriving on uncertainty. Never satisfied.

Climbing. New heights. New feelings.

Under a fluorescent sky.

But they separated us.

With doctors, pills, and placidity.

They took you away from me.

You still live on in my mind’s eye. In my memories.

I focus on keeping you away, instead of bringing you back.

I had to make sacrifices to leave you.

Side effects cause fatigue. Fill my brain with fog. Induce body tremors.

Walking out on you had a price.

But it’s all for the best.

I don’t think we are a perfect match.

You and I.