There Is Apparently Limits On What Titles Can Be, Even For Poems

The Only Exception Is You

Imagine a flawless story.  As romance filled all the meanings of the words.  The two lovers would hold hands, as the night sky circled around, the record spinning.  And all thoughts lost when they look in each other's eyes.  It doesn't matter who they are, how they look like, how old they are, or what they've done.  All that matters is whats in their hearts.  The infinite love they have.  Do words really matter?  All they need is to see.  See that there's more than just one feeling.  And they sing on and on about what they love, the only one is you.  They couldn't care less about the time, they'd know that it wouldn't matter what they wasted it on with the exception of they would waste it with each other.  Everything they did was with each other.  They were two parts of the same person.  Everyone knew, they were perfect.  With only one glance, a smile would abrupt.  And with one word all the surroundings would disappear.  It was magical.  The word to describe what they had.

But with the fact, none of this existed.  It was all in their head.  They played make-believe without knowing they thought the same thing.  They passed each other each day, knowing that'd never happen.  But little did they know.  That with everyday they fell in love deeper and deeper.  They had their own lives to live.  They couldn't waste their time on a silly crush.  But with that in mind, it destroyed them.  If only they knew.  They'd go home.  Thought of how loneliness had gotten the best of them.  Their lives were meaningless.  But with tomorrow they'd catch a small glimpse of each other walking down the sidewalk.  Just those ten seconds.  They never utter a single thing.  Or make any sort of eye contact.  That was enough.  They'd go home.  In complete despair of what they were doing.  They have fallen into complete madness and depression over each other.  And over again.  And again.  And again.  Its was a cycle of sadness and disappointment.  This is what they wanted.

Until one day.  It stopped.  They didn't know each other.  But they noticed.  The sudden change.  Only one of them continued with the cycle.  And the other one?  Had they given up?  Did they commit the worse?  Were they injured?  Because of the zero connection.  The one that continued was left to shut down.  They have given up.  All because of one act.  Such a simple act.  How would they even recognize they them in a crowd at rush hour?  But they did.  And thats what made it all worse.

Time never froze and went on.  With one never to be seen or heard and the other detached.  Thats how it ends, ends with the words of...

If I could say anything to you it'd be, the only exception is you.

This ain't a poem.

 -Satan