I wish I could leave you.

Four years in May,
of battles, and pursuits.

I told you before,
and you understood.

Why must you be so good?
You listened and discussed.

I wish I could leave you,
but you're just to much.

You deal with my sassy,
and stubborn attitude.

Somehow you manage,
and though we have broken up.

Nearly twenty-one times,
I can't seem to get enough.

You amaze me every day,
and your blue eyes keep me at bay.

Somehow I just know,
I am not going to stay.

It was hard to say,
and you were the first one I told.

Over supper one evening,
and since then I accepted it.

Yet I have known for years,
I never told anyone.

Until of course, my best friend
finally told me.

It was then I gave up,
I know my parents won't accept it.

Half of society still doesn't,
and neither do you.

You get upset when I discuss it,
or comment on it for that matter.

There is not another person,
but another genre.

I knew before we started dating,
but yet I finally can accept it.

I love you so much,
and I don't want to leave you.

You're my heart, soul, and rock.
I know I love two genres now.

Which sometimes make me laugh.
It's not that I am scared of others thoughts.

I'm scared of my own,
I will miss you far too much.

I stay for this,
and I may never know.

Other books may unfold,
and I will be here.

I want to know,
and I feel it every day.

It hurts so bad,
and it is a feeling I can't describe.

Somehow I know,
my journey will take me in my path.

I love every part of you,
I am not sure it is you.