You marvel at me,
And I swear,
Your eyes look the same while watching fireworks.
You clap for thoughts of mine that have only known crickets.
And I wonder what kind of moth you are to be so drawn to a flame as ravenous as this one.
What I’m trying to say is that I know you love me.
I love you too,
But not like that.
Love– just not like that.
Love, license to support each other’s ambitions.
Love, bond without judgement or shame.
Love: a profound friendship.
We’ve all crouched in the unrequited,
Tried to turn crossed fingers into hearts,
Mortgaged expectations on the maybe of attraction.
But you cannot make a fire when one person has no matches for you to burn,
When the chemistry is all warm but nothing flammable.
I do not lie when I tell you that you are worthy of bonfires.
I do not lie to you when I say I’m not the her you’re seeking.
I am telling you that you deserve more than the fickle fireflies I serve you.
Wait for a woman who carries a thousand torches in your direction.
Together, light the world ablaze.