I don’t want to be just another common story.
I don’t want to be someone who made it all plain and easy.
I don’t want to be an almost lover but eventually turned out as a somebody.
I don’t want to be a passing occasion neither a forgotten memory.
I don’t want to be an unsure answer to the multiple choices.
I don’t want to be a perfect rhyming poem left unread in the dead pages of someone’s book.
I don’t want to be the cycle, perceived to be exhausting.
I don’t want to be a predictable monotony in somebody’s usual routine.
I don’t want to be the what if or the one led on and been left thereafter.
I don’t want to be a fall back in case the original plan gets messed up.
I don’t want to be a savior of a wounded supposed knight.
Like I was a heroine endowed with return payments because I nursed a broken heart.
What I want to be is that I would be the main difference.
I want to be a unique, epic novel.
I want to be someone deemed as a patchwork of challenges that will forever be insatiably surmounted.
I want to be known as too complicated but worth deciphering.
I want to be always remembered, like someone special, worthy to be celebrated.
I want to be a permanent everything and not just considered as a temporary something.
I want to be a series of free verse poems and prose that could touch a person’s soul deep within.
I want to be an unpredictable surprise, not just a sudden awestruck, which is entirely an understatement.
I want to be an unending essay to a mind blowing quiz.
I want to be a movie that will always be seen despite the drama that seemed to be depressing.
I want to be a reserved royal blood, fit for a wise noble man.
I want to be a whole piece, fit for another solved, once broken puzzle.
I want to be the end game and not just a cliffhanger almost.
A strong choice and not just a half hearted maybe.
I want to be the what is and the what should be.
And never will I allow again, that I would be the what could have been.
Neither a picture adored in silence when I’ve been found and seen.