Heaven

I was told not to f*ck with you.

I did it anyway.

Not because of what they said or how they’d react.

But simply because I had convinced myself that you were nothing like the picture they painted
you to be.

And you weren’t. Alone you were the coolest person I’ve encountered in a long while.

But we both have images of who we’re supposed to be and who we’re supposed to be with…and neither of us fit into the others plans.

But who plans to fall in love?


We’re letting the world keep us from being US.


True love cannot be dictated. Cannot be stopped. Cannot be understood.

But yet, I understand. We like each other. Love being around one another.

But to keep from getting too deep, we interact from afar.

Text messages. The occasional social network. The once in an every blue moon phone call.

We kick it when we kick it. Each and every time promising to not be so distant and to hang out more often. It’s just talk. And when we do happen to see one another, we have to reintroduce ourselves all over again. We’re perfect strangers. But every time that I meet you, I fall for you.

And for that, I feel foolish.

But we come from two different sides of life…Our current situations won’t allow us to be anything more than what we are. And sadly, we’re nothing more than a simple occurrence. A chance. A stolen moment that if given the opportunity, I’d steal a million more and stand before whomever and allow them to throw the book at me… I’d proudly do the time for my heart would deem it all justified.

But all we had was a night of purple rain and fireworks.

We met once and it’s likely we’ll never cross paths again.

It’s not. We’re not. Nothing about us. Is meant to be.

All I can do is wonder

All I can do is dream.

Until we meet again.