My Version Poem by Natasha Andeyi

Sometimes I just want my dreams and my reality to match. Who am I kidding? I always want them to match!
Forever is the depth of time I dwell in them, Until it hits me when the breath of my soul doesn't match that of my body.
Everyone existing in their own versions of reality, And I'm stuck here just wondering..
It's so beautiful. Whatever it is I can think of and boom..! it exists, Not because I like it quick, not that. I just deserve it, or at least I think I do.
Good thing the universe agrees with me, because it always grants my wish, no matter what it is.
This other one is too complicated, you deserve it but can never really earn it.
The others grow perfectly in the shade, while I'm left struggling to stem out of the stormy rain.
Not a one time thing, but the daily type of feed… Even when I feel enough is enough, they claim they're not done with the molding nor with the shaping.
So the pain is yet to last for another long while.
Call me a fool but the pain so far has been enough for me, I'm only human as far as my weaknesses can go…
And my weaknesses demand it's time I go to a world with heaven for a verb, Where I can have all that I've been wishing but with no grant because the time is yet to come.
Where the love I so long for dwells safely in my arms with no fear of it running away or not being enough.
Where it is the version of my story that takes the day.