She
She was theoretically true.
She was always like that.
She was never rigid, stubborn
But she was theoretically true.
But when the actual test happened
I found myself looking for her, inside me
In dreams, in agony, in painful realization
I felt the more correct she was, the more damaging too
The more righteous she was, the harder it became to reach her.
And now…
I am reading the open book of life
And realizing once again…
She was theoretically true.
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