I have this perfect idea of the most comfortable, happy life I could ever imagine to live.

We can get married now!
My family will love you.

One of us will propose in public, and people will watch and cry with us.
Because even strangers get cavities just watching our sweet sugar love melt into caramel.

I’ll wear a dress and walk down the aisle, something I swore I would never do, because I hadn't met you yet.

But in my head, the person standing at alter waiting for me? She’s blurry.

I knew from the first time you kissed me that I could be your wife.
But my level of crazy love does not match the shallow depth of yours.

I wanted to stand in front of my family and show them the grand canyon that our love fills up.

That will never be us.

You won't tell me 'yes'.
But you can't tell me 'no'.

Waking up to you every day makes that truth sink and leave impressions on my skin.

A wound that will never scab over.

You kiss me good morning and my eyes see that same blurry figure.

I still revel in the love you give.

Because even if I can’t have you forever, I will not pass up having you for now.

We are two parallel lines; steady, constant, reliable,

But  n e v e r intersecting.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art—
    Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
    Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
    Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
    Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
    Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
    Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Like a flame
I am extinguished
I was fire, I was light
But I let my smoke rise too high
Now I am darkness
Cold and afraid
I cling to the memory
Of what I once was