She wasn't this, she wasn't that, 

So who was she?

She touched everything, hoping to camouflage within. 

But she couldn't,

What color was she? 

Skies were pink, nights were white.

Her eyesight different from any other light, 

What view was she? 

Taste bitter on her tip, sweet on side, 

What taste was she? 

I don't know who she was, or where was she. 

Thought she was me but that definitely wasn't the scene. 

Thought to myself, was she even real or just a daydream? 

She was… something.

something else, that colorblinded my view. But I didn't complain. 

I aspired to be her, still knowing she wasn't even here. 

Then got confused, did I want to be beside her or be her? 

My thoughts of her beauty, her idea engulfed me. 

Put me somewhere far away from reality. 

Got me caged in this unknown fantasy. 

Left me wondering……

Was I this or was I that, 

So who was I?