The thing I am most scared of is
Coming to terms with Eternity.
Men wish to live forever, but
I cannot rationalize love with
Wanting to stay.
Like a chronic absentee in your heart, I know that
Understanding the temporary nature of feelings
Keeps me more grounded than banking hopes on
The unpredictable future.
I wish things were more whole between my feelings and I,
Like my heart and soul have divorced over a petty issue
But still remain in love,
I am a battlefield of contradictions.
I want you, yet I am not allowed to,
I need you, yet I am scared for you to stay.
I wish you could be forever, yet I am
The one who will be temporary.
I belong in the thrift store as an
Half of a person without the Whole Feelings part.
But I just want
But the only thing I can give to you in return
Is a half-complete Me
And it feels so much less than Equivalent Exchange.