The Limit

At some point this will end.

At some point I will look at you
and this wanting will have ebbed.

At some point I will find the boundary line
to this desire
and once I find the limit
I can start folding it up
and putting it away.

But I haven't hit a limit yet.

Every time I think
"surely this must be all, this is it,"
I find myself loving you more.

As long as I can keep myself in check
and keep my mouth shut
and my eyes open
then no one has to be hurt but me.

At some point you will irritate me.

At some point I will look at you
and my heart won't break
because you're not looking back.