What We Wanted

Pushing the plight among the daylight,
and we wre here before,
dragging along the shore.
Not to far from here,
where everything was clear.
This was what we wanted, wasn't it?
Far removed from it.
I came to you legit.
And you thought I was full of it.
But this was what we wanted, or so we thought.
I wish we could just talked, not fought.
What were we fighting for? Against?
For each other? Against each other?
To be heard? To be seen?
Just to mean something
to each other?
Was it all worth it? The grief?
Can't say you stole my heart.
I gave it to you freely.
Of my own volition
for recognition, for ignition.
To the stars from where we are.
Isn't that really what we wanted?