not the second

Sometimes logic gets in the way.

how is it that you,
outside of my usual experience
and not quite
what I was
or have ever been
looking for
can so captivate
every facet
of my waking mind
and some of my dreams
to the point where I
want to tell you things
that cannot possibly
possibly
be true – cannot come true
not with her and me
and there and here
and future and dreams…
and it makes me think
that maybe
I might not want what I thought
that I might change my dreams
if there ever were a
slight, possible chance for this hope
that I –
that I perhaps might
dream of a warrior
instead of the princes I usually picture
and that maybe
I don’t need a prince
or a knight in shining, magical armor
to come along -
maybe a comfortable embrace
and a slight laugh,
ok a silly giggle that isn’t
normally
me,
is really all that I need
and is what I really want,
when it comes down to it
and I wish I could
let go of logic and tell you
and have you see too
that I could love you
if I ignored the fact
that our lives are bound to
diverge
soon
that I could happily
wake up next to you every
sunlit afternoon
or gray lazy morning
if only we had a bigger bed.

Author's Note

this started out as a lyrical rant and is in the process of morphing into a poem. Critiques and opinions welcome!