rose tinted glasses

 

rose photography taken by madelaine bustamante

 

my father refused to give you his boxed dolly,

your mother refused to give me her twinkle pearl,

i was too focused in the sparkle of your hands,

your were too focused in the brightness of my dress,

my dad was horrified for the blood in your shoes, 

your mom was horrified for the blood in my eyes,

i was far taken for my idea of the discovered twin soul, 

you were far taken for your idea of a life partner.

we were lost but they weren’t helping us,

they were hurt but we weren’t backing them up,

we were in love but they weren’t buying it,

they were worried but we weren’t believing it,

we were each other’s crystal house, 

they thought they were the owners...

owners of these bunch of broken bones

that are the composition of you and i.

but after so many years of rose tinted glasses, 

and after a couple more with only black ones,

i believe we, finally, got to see with their lenses

you saw my raw and i saw yours

so painful, real and crude

and it was way too much for both of us

so even if it took us so long,

my dreamy eyes and your curious steps found their way home,

far away from our sandy castles,

closer, ultimately, to our destiny and center.