real poem

some nights i think about forever
with you
i wonder if i would truly be happy
my hang up
is my image
i care too much about being an exact
certain replica
of the perfect life that i envision
you don't meet those specific criteria
you don't even try
2.5 kids
and a white picket fence
in the suburbs
i could do that some day
i really could
doesn't mean it's where i'm at today
doesn't make me love you any less
doesn't mean i wouldn't sacrifice
what i want
to be happy
really, i just want to be happy
completely, uncontrollably
someday
i'm not sure i'll get there
without you

love me