I'm so convinced

That you're in the right

And I'm in the wrong

Though my brain tells me that neither of us is at fault in our ways,

My heart tells me that what I think is selfish and what I want is awry

There is no middle ground,

no compromise, not that I can see

So what does that mean

For us?

Are we not as compatible as we thought?

Shall we part and let be?

No!

For I cannot let you go

So in order to stay happy, I'll be unhappy for you

One plus one is love

But one plus two is too

Three is not a crowd

If three's love is true

Love isn't always one plus one

Or even one plus two

Love is made for all of us

For me and you and you

there are stars in her eyes

and stars in her dreams.

when she looks up,

she matches gazes with God

and challenges him

to give her something to reach for.

if the sky is the limit,

there is no sky.

and there is no god,

she thinks,

but only when convenient.

huddled up in blankets

and hospital gowns,

her lips are wet with prayer.

we burn the night for her,

fill the sky with shrieking streamers,

ribbons of color exploding

into silence.

i tell her stories and kiss her to sleep

as she swears five times

that she’ll be there next time.

she tastes like starbursts-

not the tangy, not the sweet,

but the scream

of dying suns and the ripples

that stretch forever

and a day.