Your imperfections fall in all the perfect ways.
My fantasies are memories and memories are fantasies with you.
You set my blood on fire but more—
You’ve been my friend.
My most broken screams have reached your ears.
Because of me, that sharpened boomerang of pain
has gouged your heart at times, and yet…
I know you’ll always care--that’s who you are.
I love being in love with you because
however hopeless the idea of "us" may be,
I still feel more filled with hope when dreaming of you
than when I try to crush this love.