You have to know -
Understand, rather,
That I will not stand for the unfeasible limitations of love.

Too long have I wounded an already
Wounded heart.

You have to understand that, my judgement -
My logic was biased, adapting to your relevance, 
begging you to stay.

Holding onto you was the last thing I felt really good at.

Neglecting the truth was a long, and merciless fight.

Believe me when I say I fought relentlessly.

I fought those battles,
Brave, courageously -
Foolish,
Logically understanding that rejection and despair
Would be the only way to hold,
And hold I would, impractically
Waiting ;
Wasting.

I'd claimed titles I never had,
Stood in positions I've never known,
And because I lacked a reasonable judgement,
I fell deep, and bigotry overtook every sensible thing there 
Ever was about me.

But who was anyone to tell me I couldn't love? 
Who was anyone to tell me I didn't need you the way love needs freedom?

Hypothetically, I was free to love you. I was free to moan along the whispers of the night, hoping the wind would catch the edges of my voice, and carry them to you.

Did you ever hear the desperation?

Hypothetically, I could declare you the most beautiful, the most complicated, the most precious, the most pure, the most needed thing to have ever touched this (God given) earth.

Could you sense my adoration?

Hypothetically, I could mock time because I just knew,(God), I knew time would bring you back to me. I knew that this wasn't just a seasonal love.
This love was eternal, 
Subsiding long after death.

There's a place in heaven for the both of us.

And so love I did -
Hypothetically,
Of course.