I know
that the only thing i'll get from loving you
is loving you;
that I am only ever destined to love you on my own
because the chances of you reciprocating is thin ice—
I don't want to try and tiptoe my way into your heart
because little do you know
that I carry heavy burdens in mine,
and no matter how hard I try to take careful steps,
my affinity for brokenness
will always linger at the back of my mind.
I know very well that when thin ice breaks
it'll hurl you into cold waters
that sting like shattered glass,
and though I've already grown accustomed to pain,
I don't want to face it again anytime soon.
I don't want to remember you with regret and remorse—
maybe I love you too much to let everything end like that.

Perhaps I am only ever destined to be like the sky—
the prime witness to how the sea
unceasingly tries to kiss the shore.
I could show you all my colors
and cry all the storms I could muster.
I could show you what the universe has to offer—
the sun, the stars, the promise of a new day—
but I doubt that you'd bat an eye
because no matter the push and pull brought about by the moon,
you'd always be drawn to land.

I know
that the only thing i'll ever get from loving you
is loving you.
I could only ever love you from afar
because I feel like I'd be asking for too much
if I were to wish for more than what I deserve.
I'd be asking for too much
if I ask for someone like you,
and I couldn't possibly live with the thought
of letting you settle for a world as lopsided as mine
when you deserve so much better,
so much more.
I'd be asking for too much
if I ask for your hand
when I know very well
that I can't control the tremors in mine.

I know
that the only thing I'll ever get from loving you
is loving you,
but darling,
even if this is all it's meant to be,
just know that it is both a pleasure and an honor
to be in love with someone like you.