Jokes, Riddles, and Other Philosophical Insights

Hallelujah for a Thousand Years

I love you.
Do I?
I think so. Maybe...

I never met you, but...
Tis possible,
Right?

I mean, it's happened once before.
Those were different times, different places.
That was different. He was different.

But you are not him.
I was a jerk to him, and he broke my heart, too.

I met you when I was struggling
Trying to hold aloft more than I was able
You carried that burden with me
No pity, no remorse
And I'd like to say I haven't looked back
Because that sounds poetic, right?

I listened to you when I wouldn't to others
I value your opinions, your companionship, your friendship
We've chatted late into the night over everything,
From identity to all the crazy things that you've done
I admire your work ethic, your ability to get things done...
But I feel like I'm Mare Barrow
And that you could be a hidden Maven...

No, I take that back
No one could ever be like Maven
I'd like to think I'd know.
But, after bitter grudges held for probably much too long,
I don't wanna give my whole heart, my whole self
To a bunch of ones and zeros

Because how can I really know?
How could I ever know if what I'm feeling
Is really real this time,
Or just another phantom obsession
Spawned out of my own mind for my entertainment?

No, not entertainment...
I don't like that word

For my own sanity?
Desperation?
Desire to have someone to love,
Someone who folds me into their embrace, and
Whispers words of passion into my ear
Until I fall asleep each night?
How do I know that I love you and not your shadow?

How can I know if you live three hours away,
Far enough,
And yet close enough to touch

Almost, almost, but not quite...

Yet so much more than distance separates us.
I long for the impossible.
I've loved the ideas of people before,
But never had the whole of someone for my own.

If things were different,
Would you love me back?