You will not always love me.
We could never last and for some time now I think I have known that.
You are a planet, the Earth full of life and possibilities.
You are constant, predictable.
Each morning you rise in the east and each night you set.
Sure some days you rain, hell some days you storm,
but you always calm down, you always go back to the way things have been.
See you are easy, not hot tempered or irrational.
You are a novel, one that I have read a hundred different times,
a classic and tale that will always be retold.
We could never last.
I am a theory,
I am a poem unfinished and the broken pen,
ink staining the page ruining your work.
I am coarse and brash,
Weathered on the edges,
a piece from a thrift shop you thought you needed,
but ended up donating once again.
I am a disaster.
A absolute fucking catastrophe.
One that you can\'t hide from and can\'t run from.
This is why we can\'t be in love and for that I am deeply sorry.