beyond dreaming

before I knew you,
I thought I knew who you would be—
a dream,
a vision.
a perfection who would share
my every moment,
my every thought.

foolishness. I've bled
against your stubborn
imperfections, and found in your
foreign thoughts, wonders
that changed me
from my own flaws.

somehow, as we grow together,
our little differences
that once jangled against my nerves
are swallowed in the big harmonies
we create together.

if I could go back,
could find that mystic connection
I once dreamed—I would not.

he makes me yawn.
you win.

line count: 23