Incompatible

i want to know all your secrets
but you remain so distant
as you walk through my fire
on eggshells and broken glass.

You're not made for crying
and I don't understand
as I stumble through your dreams.
Somewhere in the future
or somewhere in the never,
but for now, the difference is the pain.

Our love slightly fades
without a tear or a smile
the way the summer herds
begin to leave the plains
when water starts to recede
and we are the craggy rocks  
baking on the shore  
beneath the summer sun.

We will rise from ashes,
but the burning comes first.
We have every reason to fall apart.
The darkness of my night
offers no shelter from my storm
for you are a mystery I can never solve,
a glacier standing still.

There is no wisdom
in this infinite sea of emotion.
You want to be forever mine,
but I don't look forward to being
the aged and the ailing.
You want us to be together.
instead, I feel like the only stranger
in this town.

You are always sunny
and i am always partly cloudy
each going our own way
never meeting in the middle.
Always about to change
like aging yellow traffic lights
until the green finally lets us go.

Our love is just another
roadside attraction,
but without it I'm poorer
than a prison preacher.
So, we sit side-by-side
and a million mile apart
watching the clouds
bending over and reaching down
touching the mountain tops and
sweeping them with a whisp
of their beard.  

Our love is standard deviation,
an equal and opposite reaction.
We come at each other  
from different ways.
We are not sensual, sexual, or sinful.
We try to do the right things
for the wrong reasons,
and our time is quickly fading.

Our future is expectations,
Our past is only memories,
But we never remember the  
beginning of our dreams,
always the middle or  
pick up somewhere along the way.

Above all else, we have to be honest
and your words are like honey
and my words are burning fire.
We haven't mastered forgive and forget,
nor remembered the main goal
of an argument is understanding.

We are made to swim  
yet we always try to fly.
So, we end up  
where there is silence,
where the pain outlasts the sympathy.
Our love inevitably crashes
with the ambulance always
going the other way.

Things that never were
and never can be
are fantasies.
Things that are not now,
but can be, are dreams.
So, where does that leave us?

Our love had an eye that
never looked inward,
it bloomed before midnight
and died before dawn.
We are barbed wire and lace,
forever longing for the unlived life.

Our love is floating on the sapphire sea
while we drift further and further apart
from fables, from truth, and from each other.
The laurels of victory
are not ours.

Now, only the snow  
in the shadows remain
and is as cold as we are
in the darkness that surrounds us.

However, I won't give up  
on you or love,  
. . . and I can't die because
I still have poetry yet to write.