To Kiss Or Not To Kiss
                             That is the Question

You said,
I like you enough not to kiss you.
I told you,
I liked you enough to kiss you.
And for some time,
We carried on like that.

We both agreed we wish we could just be friends,
So talking would just come easy,
So we could lead each other to better things,
Things we knew the other thought was unattainable.

But you've always been a sputtering printer,
Only reliable for a "sometimes,"
And I've always been a blinking typewriter,
So hopeful and old fashioned,
Waiting for an "always" that never stayed.

You;
Always pulling on my keys,
But it was never quite me....
You like me enough not to kiss me,
I like you enough to have kissed you...
Far longer than I should have.

It was the most beautiful words to a tragedy I have ever written,
Ever spoken,
Ever read.

We are broken love,
So close,
To writing each other's happy endings,
Instead of living life pretending.