I want you to tell me about your dreams while we are cuddled up in blankets on our bed.

I want to wake up and say good morning to you with a kiss on the forehead.

I want a "have a good day" as we rush off to work late, because we wanted one more kiss before we departed for the day.

I want to hear all about your crazy or boring day at work over dinner.

I want that goodnight kiss and the sleep well.

I want the waking up in the middle of the night because you stole all the covers.

I want all that and more,

But I don't want it with just anyone,

I want it with you.

Four words hold such destruction and chaos in them.

Let them rage on things they cannot change.
We will continue to love.
Ignoring their bouts of hate.

I feel like I let you down, because you've always had a certain perspective and view about me; But I am not who you want me to be.

And I am tired of changing who I am in fear of being abandoned.

I want to know how you would comfort me if I was with you right now.

If I could only find a way to say sorry to you in a way you'd understand, I would.

We sit, backs to each other.
We are a mirror representation of each other,
Yet we are nothing alike.
Still, it is hard to distinguish one from the other.
A still framed image of a certain time and place.
Some may call me history,
Others,
Art.