Just A Person

I'm just a person trying to get by; living my life with no alibi; trying to make sense without asking why everything changes - faces, places, spaces, your embraces - erased, displaced, defaced, defamed - proclaimed unashamed yet remained unnamed - untainted, unstained, but still unexplained...

How did it go downhill so fast? You promised me this would always last. We're not over yet, but we're typecast as the perfect couple on the outside, but we're surpassed by the ocean of emotion that was doused in devotion but now drowned in the commotion of contrast.

I'm just a person trying to get by without intending to imply, deny, or reply to the questions or the answers life seems to supply. Why do we try? Why do we fight? Why do we attempt to make things right? Why do we lose sight of the delight that might ignite a flame that may burn bright and excite us both tonight?

How did we keep this here so long? How did we stay strong? Where did we go wrong? These rhythm-rich questions sound like words to a song - one we knew all along simply could not belong to either of us 'cause it's BORING and PLAIN; simply inane and merely mundane with enough disdain to make us both insane...

I'm just a person trying to get by, so respect me, please, and don't ask me why the going is rough and the times are tough -
I'm sorry; it seems I don't know enough.