When Will It Be All You Said It Would

Its not our happiness,
Its not our need,
It doesn't feel comfortable letting my heart lead.
Its not our struggle,
Its not our tears.
Is it even what's kept us grounded through the years?
Love has never been kind;
Its never been mean,
Its never been here is how it seems.
Its never been in your kiss,
never been your, "You that I Miss"
Its never been in your eyes,
Never fell from your lips;
Never graced my heart,
The cup of love is not meant for sips,
You should always devour love until the last drop drips.
How much tension can the rope take before it rips?
Our love is not pure,
and so it can't be real...
I can't continue trying to read what you do and don't feel.
So while you're their pretending this thing does fit,
I will ask one last time,
When will it?
Its not our dreams
Its not our smiles...
Its not what keeps us close no matter how many miles.
I'm not sure what this isn't
Or what it is....
But he can't keep trying to claim that which isn't his.
And you keep telling me that some day the pieces will fit.
So I ask again,
When will it?
Shouldn't base a relationship on false realities,
Shouldn't base our truth on fallacies.
Its never been in your eyes,
Never fell from your lips;
Never graced my heart.
The cup of love is not meant for sips,
You should always devour love until the last drop drips.
How much tension can the rope take before it rips?
And you look at me and say,
"I need you to stay; my mind is only delaying what my heart means to say. I know you feel this love is a bore, but I promise some day to give so much more. My mind is running on busy,
and love would make me even more dizzy;
but some day soon I will need this bliss.... love will soon come of this."
I turn to you with tears in my eyes, noticing your shirt sleeves covering your lies.
I placed the engagement ring in your hand; the butterflies made it hard to stand...
and as a final tear falls, your hand I grip, knowing that its you I will miss.....
"You've said that for the past ten years, I've finally got to face my fears. When your mind finally slows down and your heart does catch, just sit; and reminisce
Faded memory I still ask.....
"When will it?"