Potential Love Story
My mind is racing with the confusion you’ve planted on my shoulders,
And my eyes are heavy from the stress and the tears you’ve put them through.
But I’m not done with you,
I will never be done with you.
First you make me dream of children and a wonderful marriage,
As we manage with our careers in a beautiful home.
The house is not quite ours yet, but we’ve got it almost paid for.
We have two boys and a girl, just like I’ve always dreamed of
Then one day, you tear that away
“Marriage will separate us. We will end up loathing one another
“Oh and I don’t want that,” he says.
‘I don’t want that,’ he says
The future becomes too much for him.
“I’m just a twenty-something trying to figure myself out.
I’m not there yet. Please, one at a time.”
“How can you take it?” They say.
‘You don’t understand him,’ is my response.
It’s one much too common in use.
But it’s true; I’m too much to deal with.
As a girl, with my condition, I need instant gratification…
As well as security.
In need to know that I won’t have all of this in my carry-on
When I leave the nest I am forced to call home…
And say goodbye.
You ask me,
“Do you hate me?”
How could I hate you, if you’re the one who brought me to life?
I now can say, I can live in the normal world,
Without being the odd ball… sometimes.
I now feel the confidence of acceptance.
Now, that I’ve started to accept my fate with you.
Here you come with asking…
“So, Mary, When are we going to get our apartment?”
I ask myself… wait… what?!
But bring nothing up.
I don’t want this feeling to go away.
I’ll just shut up and try to catch up.
I’ll just hope for the best with the one I love.