You can’t be with anyone


At least not in the way anyone would want to be with you


You only exist in moments


Moments that don’t live through time


Moments that don’t trickle into the future


They simply die as they conclude


There is no future with you


There is only present


There is no definition with you


Every definition misses everything else...


You are like the extra day in a leap year


There is no having a place in your life


There is no building a life with you


There is only experiencing you


in the moments you exist


To love you,


it will take losing all hope and expectation


for anything other than what comes in the moments spent with you


a great danger


a great adventure


Sanity and norm must be put to the side


Survival instinct must be put to the side


There is no assurance i will make it out alive


yet i see that i cannot go back


Loving you is no matter of choice


I reckon it is something akin to fate


For it is not the kind of love you get something from


It is the kind that takes everything from you


The kind you dissolve into...


The kind that puts to overwhelming shame


everything you have called love thus far.