you say you can't give me a fairytale. well I don't think I want one.
i want to wake up with you. not like star-crossed lovers awakening beneath a silken canopy in the golden light of morning; like in that cramped twin bed when you put nutritional yeast on Cheez Whiz and painted my nails black.
i want to walk beside you not like a royal procession in the palace gardens, but like when we found coyote tracks and went stomping through the snow to see if they passed by the trail camera.
i want to build something out of tiny moments and pieces, like one of your collages; not grandiose and beautiful, built from nothing with a complex story, but made for the joy of the making, made out of whatever we happen to have, made to be enough.
i want to be with you without grandiose adjectives. I'm ready to do something simply for once.