was

wəz

the night that we met

the night that we met
the only thing missing was 
the part where we knew

my seventeenth draft
reads like i knew what i was
doing all along

it is my privilege 
to manifest the person
i was meant to be

the day i was born
was the first day of my search
to discover why

i carried mountains
until I learned I was just
supposed to climb them

modesty perished
when shameful idleness was
dignified instead

i said forever
but what i really meant was
while you still love me

i begged for mercy
but all i heard was silence
while i bled to death

being your husband:
the best thing i ever was
what will I be now?

the night that we met
the only thing missing was
the part where we knew