You are the Moon and my heart is the tide.
Constantly pushing
and pulling.

This back and forth,
frothing and crashing turbulent wave cycle,
it's exhausting.

I cling to the bow of this ship,
hoping the calm between stretches longer this time.

Why couldn't I have fallen in love with a placid river?

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.