Not The Same.

                  (Date Written: 3/4/19)
         (I'm also sorry if the format looks
          different. I'm posting on mobile.)

I use to wish that I had your relationship.
The way you two would sing to music,
Laugh at each other's antics,
Cry over old movies.
It was real and it was raw.
Except.
That it wasn't.
I grew up hoping that I wouldn't have the same fate as you.
The fights,
The nights apart,
The tension.
I won't work for a fairytale ending.
I'll work for the life we deserve.