Title- What Are You To Me?
What could you be to a person like me? I never wanted anything, not even for Christmas I never asked for much, as others can testify In the race for pursuits, I'm not competing with any of you
Then there was a meeting out of the blue, that never meant shit to me, and boy was that true At first to me you were just there, like each and every one of us Your look nothing special, your intelligence, begrudgingly matched my own, and your web of people crossed into mine
What you were still didn't matter to me In a twist of fate, everything spiraled out of hand When sitting down, finally speaking to you I realized you have issues too My projection on to you, was unfair to be true and not done in respect of you
Now how do I approach my opinion of you? In the time, I gave attention to you, I've regretted the box that I put you into Like me your family life sucks to be sure, half a dozen times worse to be exact Our work takes its toll, but we soldier on the more A secret we may share is the fact that we care!
Huh!
I had to know so I decided to ask, 'what do I mean to a person like you?' I was told, " Idk I guess you grew on me?" 'Like a fungus?' I said, us laughing knowing it was true That is the dynamic as of yet, knowing full well I'm not even a friend yet
Patience I'm told is a virtue, so I guess we can share that too
All this beckons the question: What are you to me? The person who longed desired for nothing, may be actually wanting for something To be truthful, to each of you, of what I couldn't tell you Maybe what you are to me is getting to know a person just like me.