Keep Thy Love

We dance along the tightrope

The fine line between romance and friendship

There are many who I've danced upon this simple string with

And I adore it

For I'll always fall for the latter

Though I love teetering the other way sometimes

I love those sorts of friendships-

Where you can hold hands and sit and watch the stars

I love that sort of thing

Because, as I've said before, I fall in love easily.

And you, my love are currently my prey

What we have-

The static and sweetness

Is something I would no doubt fall for

Because I have fallen in love with the essence of you

But I find comfort in the fact that we could never be together

I think that's why the story struck me so

Well, there are many reasons, but-

You are who you've always been

It only holds truer with this proof I'm not as insane as I may have thought

No, comparing myself to the lady only further proves it

But at least it also proves that my feelings are somehow charismatic-

Even if only careening out from someone else's pointed lips

Which is why, I suppose, I get so offended-

When media insists romance simply must be romance

It jabs another pin through my heart

It all goes back to-

"Girls and Boys can't be friends"

That slogan is penned by the Devil, I swear!

Of course they can.

And there can even be some toeing at the edge of that blurry little line

But that toeing is sweet and charming.

And it makes life so much more interesting, don't you think?

I would never have you.

You would never have me.

And I adore that.

Since you speak in your crooner voice and say-

Let's stand under this tree, it'll make things more romantic.

And a blush radiates off my little sweetheart face-

That's perfect to me.

I've spelled this out far too much-

Near to the point of suspiciously-specific denial, I'm sure-

But I'm all about friendship

And I'm all over romance

But having a mate falls negative on my list of priorities.

Especially since I have you, which fills any voids I may or may not have.

I love stories with relationships like ours.

They make me smile and grin like a bloody idiot.

And I love anything that causes me to do that.

Things just keep coming full-circle to me.

Sweet and self-contained.

I love that, though it seems so juvenile to admit, just as much as bittersweet and open.

You and I are good at bittersweet and open.

But we need each other to fill the gaps.

Or at least I need you.

I'm going to make you read those stories, doll-

Since they're us to a tee, I swear.

I'll see you soon enough, love.

And things will be splendid; we'll sit and watch stars again-

And hold hands-

And anything else that may cross our lovely little minds.

They say people like me are only out to look for people like you-

But I assure you, that's wrong in my case.

Since, although I don't have you, and I wouldn't want to anyways-

You have me.

And in my mind, that's more than enough.