I do not know
how I am supposed to accept
that she is there and
I am not.
I will never be able
to accept that she has history with you.
I want you to be mine
and only mine.
However,
I have not always been yours.
So I guess that's how we all live our lives.
Constantly wishing we were someone's first
and praying to the sky
so that we may be someone's last.
Neither of us come untouched.
I love you,
and I will take you as you are
with more joy and love
than heaven itself can fathom.
Because, I would give up anything in this world
to be able to hold your love in my hands
for the rest of our existence.