on your terms

On my terms things seemed do-able.

Even this part.

Even the heartbreak.



But really, its not on my terms. And it never really has been.

There really isnt anything left to say at this point.

I love you.

I love you my beautiful, tortured Sir.
My confused and nervous Master.

My overwhelmed and overcompensating Partner.

I even love the broken man inside of you who pretends to have a clue to what he wants.

The man who pretends he isn't broken in order to live day to day without regret.

But you are.

Broken.

And you know.

You know I love you.

You know that I see you for who you truly are.

And that despite all we have done to each other. And for each other.

It was beautiful.

Even though we never gave it a chance.

Yes, I know we disagree on this.

But WE never gave it a chance.
And perhaps that is the way it is supposed to be.


The radio plays.
'You never loved me quite as well as the way I loved you.'

And you never gave your all until it was over.

These are the things you must work on.

The things that you have to battle.

Where you are broken. Where you lie afraid.

And I cant fight your fight.

Just as you cannot fight my fight.

But I love you.
and sometimes I want to.

Just so that maybe it could be on my terms.

Instead of always on yours.