Reasons I am not meant to love #1: I will give you the shirt off my back but panic it's not your size because you took too long to put it on.

#2: My stomach is too weak for these high peaks and very low valleys... Roller coasters have never been my thing.

#3: Society tells me... I tell myself... that pretty people fall in love with pretty people and I was more of the soil while you were the entire bouquet. I mean, I helped you grow but people only care about the aesthetics of the rose.

#4: When we break up I'll love the numbness a little too much and neglect all of my responsibilities.

#5: I don't value myself enough to barricade my body from the debris when our love crashes. Twelve stories to the floor but if no one is around to hear it, did I really break?

#6: I will waste my parents gas going in circles with you and I have neither the money nor patience to explain that to them.

Loving you was going to that lock bridge and not closing the lock.... because if I did, it meant we were real, and if we were real, it meant we'd eventually be destroyed.

Loving you was like taking the batteries out of my watch on nights we weren't around.... because the ticks and the tocks only reminded me of how you said the sound synchronized with my heartbeat and steadied you to sleep.

Loving you was like cold hands on cold evenings because nothing even dared, not even my pockets, to confine me from touching you.

Loving you was sleepy afternoons and mid day naps because we'd stay up the whole night flying time like pilots whose only goal was to make each other laugh.

Loving you was like home after being abandoned and hope in hopeless romantic.

Loving you was that feeling in the pit of my stomach when something just wasn't right with you and.... loving you was endless promises of a future and now broken guarantees of what we thought would be.

Loving you at one time was having nothing to lose and everything to gain but now loving you comes and goes in strides like the tides, most nights I hardly even realize; the tides are at ease, but some nights the rocks at the shore are begging the sea to be consumed.

Loving you hopefully one day will be nothing more than a step on a stair case.

Loving you was this poem.