The persistence I’ve felt
From resistance
The depth of the pressure
To have something till death
Past the point of actively choosing
Even when the love you’re
Supposed to love leaves you
Bleeding and bruising

I want something
Quiet
Something small
Something at peace
Some day
Spent at our place
Your eyes smiling down at me

I want something steady
Something without pretense
I want to keep going to sleep
And waking up next to you
As long as it makes sense

As long as we fit
As long as we both
Feel we belong
I’d rather have something
Really real
Than forcibly lifelong