The Best I Could Get

By Daisy Dai

When I think of you, my mind goes two ways,
but it always leads back to one thought.

On one hand, I realize how thick my rose tinted glasses were.

How our arguments would always
end with me saying you were right.

Coming to the realization of what a fool I was
to think that this was the best I could get.

On the other hand, I think about how real the adoration I had for you felt.

How you made me feel safe.
How it felt to come home to you.

How we would sit on our couch,
watching reruns of our favorite shows.

Coming to the realization of what a fool I was
to think that this was the best I could get.