(758) Days /poem/

Reality vs. Expectations
When they meet,
it won't be in Ikea,
or at work.
What they wanted,
was something else.
Their conflicts,
honesty,
trying to be faithful,
but she's cheatin', cheatin', cheatin'.
At least in her heart, mind...
Deserve, deserve, deserve,
don't deserve, don't deserve, don't deserve,
Watch it all go down,
everything everyone else expected.
Living with the rose-colored glasses on.
Ha, laughing at those written words,
First sign of trouble.
First signs, no laughs when the sinks don't work.
Conversations,
Interrupted.
Let him in,
see the world.
Understand.
But it's not enough,
not for this.
Too messed up to handle it.
There's no hero to this story,
both watch each other suffer,
at different times.
But she wasn't suffering,
she was just a source.
Switch around philosophies,
drive the other to liquor and Twinkies and bathrobes.
What they wanted won't happen,
Not the way they wanted.
Not the way they'll see
each other.
It will be painful and awkward,
laying sights on each other,
It will be fun,
to pretend like they're good friends,
dance at a wedding, invite to a party,
climb the stairs and face reality.
One gets married, the other follows dreams.
And they've left that impression on each other.
Don't assign the ordinary with something cosmic and extraordinary.
Even if it is.
Even if it's not.
Her stupid knobby knees, crooked teeth, licked lips, laugh, and songs in your head.
His incredible potential, ability to be driven, places to go...
Can't lie, they can't lie now.
Every day a reminder.
Climb the stairs, face reality.
Start all over.