What’s going on with me and you
and everything that we are supposed to do?

I am the queen of procrastination,
but I’m telling you,
it’s all just my imagination,
that’s keeping me from being there
instead of here,
being her,
instead of me.

What’s going on with all the dreams we left behind
and all the hopes we had in mind?

Never posted this for some reason, found it in my drafts. Here you go.