Its funny thinking that I used to love you.
I used to think I could marry you,
I used to imagine our children
I used to imagine us growing old together.
That’s almost laughable now.
That you could ever love me that way.
I’m well aware you love me
But I’m equally aware that you will never have a burning passion for me.
I couldn’t marry you for love.
We’re all too similar
And all too different
To ever marry seriously.
We’d tear each other apart with our broken hearts.
Too self indulged in the pains of the past
And the mistakes we’re still making.
We’re both too dark
And all too self centered
For a marriage based on love.
But the past few years have changed me.
I don’t love you like that anymore
But I do still love you.
So for you?
You, I could do a marriage of convenience for.
Give up my life to make yours better.
No delusions of romance
Or that you ever really loved me that way
But for your health
For your sanity
To keep you from the claws attached to the ends of your own fingers
I would marry you.
For the sake of you.
You don’t realize this
But I may not want to kiss you anymore
But I love you deeper than I ever have before.
I want health for you
I want happiness for you
I want all of the good things in the whole wide world for you.
And if someday you need me?
Say your wife dies in a fiery car crash and you need someone to raise the three little ones she left you with
Well I’ll be there.
I’ll slowly begin helping out.
I’ll watch the kids while you mourn at her casket.
I’ll go grocery shopping with you to keep the boys in line.
I’ll spend my Friday nights folding tiny little underwear.
Your kids will recognize me as joy
As sunshine that penetrates the darkness of her funeral shroud
And eventually I’ll just move in.
Because I know you well enough.
I know if you ever lost real love
You’d lose yourself.
So I’ll be there to help pick up the pieces.
I will never replace her
Never replace the wife you loved so dearly
But if you need me.
I’ll be there
Fresh pressed tea length white dress
And wrist length gloves.
Converse and a bow in my hair.
You wearing the suit you wore to the last wedding.
A marriage of convenience.
Because I love you.
I Love you well enough to know the darkness you could wallow in
I love you well enough to pull you out
I love you well enough to give up all the good things I could have
Just to see you smile.
So I don’t want to marry you anymore.
No more passion burns for you the way you swore it always did
That fire went out but the embers remain
Maybe not as bright as the fire
But just as warm.
I love you.
And that means
I’ll always be here.