Upon a time
There was only you
And it was all about only you.
For who could skew that illusion
Or that dim, dank, selfish and insecure view
For that was long before the advent of me and my attempts to woo
For then you could claim “non compos mentis” but now those claims are untrue.
Him or me
And the potential of a “we”
But I’m obstructing your reflection
And who you really adore is missing your affection
While past suitors, beaus, and less-thans were added to your collection
I as he could stand out and offer some semblance of emancipation or protection
Relegating others and all who could only offer parcels of regret to the visitors’ section
You and I could be
If only your “I” was released
And your eye could see a “we”
Glass slippers fit for a fairytale to be
No dragons left to slay and narcissism left to bleed
Calligraphy past the drawbridge over troubled waters and your “me”
One little piggy was all alone while two little piggies cried “we we we”…
All the way home.