"The Failings of Love"

I lie in bed
and wonder
if I could become
your guilty pleasure
     your midnight bliss.
Because you have become mine.

I think of us
in the middle
of the night
when I can no longer sleep.
It has become
my comfort zone. 
You are my peace.

But because I cannot be yours,
I suffer.
I offer you
no tranquil thoughts.
I rage and I bicker. 
I leave all parts
of sanity
lying in the dust.

You are my calmness,
but I am your calamity.
We are as different
as day and night,
though we share the same sky
     the same earth.

You stay up and cry over me.
You dream of me in peace.
I stay up and smile over you.
I dream of you in pieces.

You are mine
and I am yours,
but we are not
each other’s.

--; December 11th, 2012
Love isn't perfect.