love isn't supposed to feel like a battlefield where you stand on different ends

this is how I loved her
her words, her laughter, her sorrows, her pain
I made it all mine
this is how she loved me
broken, bleeding, jagged, destroyed
running out of time

I fell in love with the way her eyes held all the secrets of the universe, and all the answers at the same time.
I fell in love with the way her words, softly spoken, released from her tongue, could bend and break without having to rhyme.
I fell in love with the way her hands, rough and calloused, writing endless poems and paradigms.
I fell in love with the way she is, with her ink stained hands and eyes that hold the secrets of the universe.
But she'll never be mine.