I'm not the one you take home to mother.
I'm not the one in her pastel dresses,
Exchanging pleasantries over brunch,
In those perfect ribbons and pearls.

I'm the one you take to movies,
In those skinny jeans and off-shoulder tees,
Bite my shoulder, I giggle in your ear.
My undone laces, you trip over.

I'm not the one you wait for down the aisle,
Walking down in her whites,
Flawless eyeliner, winged.
Says the expected, at all times.
Sealing the vows for eternity.

I'm the one you meet at the dark ally,
A complete mess in a backless dress,
Smokey eyes and no lip color,
Saying what ever's on her mind.
Breaking the rules-whatsoever.

I'm not the one in blue robes,
Giving you a child,
Be the perfect mother, wife and blah.
Oh please, let me not comment here.

I'm the one reading alone, at night.
Gazing at the distant moon,
When I find time to remember,
The one that got away.

I'm your fleeting moment,
A honeymoon phase,
The sudden adrenaline rushing.
Never evermore and a day.

   would you w a n t me?

      in these polaroid moments,

or are you looking for your other half.

you look at me and away, never your other half; only a cloud passing by?