For some reason, I was writing last night and the phrase “shades of you” came to mind. I liked it, so I ran with it. Twice.
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Shades of You (v.1)
Shades of you,
Lackluster faux-mances without the inside jokes and comfortable silences.
Poor perfects don’t stand a chance against your unkempt mess of a personality.
The way you try to use your psych talk to analyze me.
You kept quiet but I had to brain barf all over Tyler’s shoes.
Sorry.
I can hide 3,000 miles away,
But my 2am insomnia misses you.
Me too.
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Shades of You (v.2)
You loved me,
Once.
I caught on a little late.
I told you you were smarter than I.
…
As usual, time wasn’t on my side.
Impromptu drivebys turned to awkward mornings.
Life’s not a romantic comedy…
No climactic music and kissing scenes.
Oops.
…
I used to think that putting “us” off,
Meant that I was in control.
…
I’m such a control freak.
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Now,
I’m trying for “hopeful” romantic,
Even if it’s a challenge
(It is).
…
He’s great, you know.
He gives me a headache.
And his hair…
And he kisses my head like I know you would.
If you would.
…
But…
(Gosh, I hate that word)
But shades of you,
Will never shine quite as bright.
…
For what it’s worth,
I still love you.
