a discarded poem.

( ooc notes; for a we're still here log. if two people reply to the limited-slot prompt this is for, i'll be setting this for private to represent the fact that daylight mcfreaking ate it. )

You were long gone before I met you
More names than faces

I knew you from words, not memories
I heard of you, yet never met you

It’s shitty how much sway you had over me all the same,
In ways I had no idea of

I already bound myself in Guilt and Fear and Hopes of Being Like You and Making You Proud

But holy fuck did you take the extra mile,
Planning everything out before I came along

Step one. Step two. Step three.
Live for others. Die for others.
Always others, never me.

But that’s okay
I think I get it now
Maybe

You guys only wanted to help the ones you knew
And didn’t know me
That must have made it easier

You meant good but you weren’t good people,
That’s something I’m at peace with now

I’ll remember you for all the things you meant and not what you are

Because this is me saying,
You were long gone before I met you
More names than faces

I knew you from words, not memories
I heard of you, yet never met you

And that’s for the best