Outlast

And I would quite like to build something with you
Something that would long outlast our deluded existence
Continuing to be an accurate representation of all that we were
When all that we are has diminished to but bones
And promises and words and personality drifting through the warm summer breeze.

We could build an unexplainably strong statue, perhaps
And know it would remain the same for long after we were gone
But I cannot for the life of me find the motivation to create something so ordinary.

We could perhaps write something together
Something so magnificent that it becomes something that is slipped into idle chatter
Over coffee and books and the weather
But I could not bear to watch something so magnificent be squandered
Into something slipped into idle chatter
Over coffee and books and the weather.

So my proposal, as I stare into your crystal blue eyes that have seen more pain and shown more love than can be deemed ordinary
Is that we fall so irrevocably and dangerously in love
That it may never be diminished.

And if nothing lasts forever
Then we are nothing
And we are proud.