Possibilities

you were the silver lining to
missed connections
and water-down realities.
where our it might be, became "maybe"
and "maybe" became "could be"
as we evolve into
should we give this thing a try.
while we've come to this scene before
we are shoe-in's for insanity
living off leaps of faith
and theories about the understudies
and last year's supporting cast,
wondering if the characters in
each other history were replace.
then it couldn't have been us but them
to the reason why old loves failed.
For you and I blend so complimentary
I want to believe this is fate
as the reason for our conquest
when dealing with those old loves,
that were never completed.
So gracefully I accept defeat,
As we began to repeat old traits
of sinking into love again.
I start to slip into your habits
and you became conditioned
to my peculiar ways.
as I belonged to you,
like I was always yours
even before our first kiss
or when fingertips learned
to roam towards unknown territory.
your words had already
claimed my heart,
and I with white flag felt the
need to surrender,
prisoner of love in war
where nothing is fair,
but all is played for keeps.
so I played for the sake
of wanting to lose
and I played for the sake of
needing to win
while in reality
the game has already
come and gone,
I execute excuses to
pretend as if nothing
has changed between us.
while everything in the picture
is a blurry vision now,
I want to pretend
as if we are just as clear
as blue skies
still submerge in our
hidden messages
stuck on the
residue of subliminal
kisses and wishes
of a different past,
one where with the
possibility of our luck
we maybe even would
have crashed courses and
cross paths sooner
we'd would have settled into
a deep love by then
to where our history would
stretch on forever and already
have outlived the deepest rivers