Our story wasn't an elaborate one....

I knew it started getting serious
when your stuff was lying around.
I didn't mind our things mingling
as long as you knew that I didn't intend
on getting my heart broken twice
this year.
I feared that if your things
did find a place in my chaotic life,
it would have been forever.
And If I got used to your arm
draped across my chest while I slept,
and your (non-existant) snoring,
than you couldn't have just taken them away,
one day.
All the hours spent cradling your head
against my heart, while you listened to its drum
and I touseled your hair, slipped by.
Though neither of us had much to say,
I stayed patient for you, and
kept silent for you to one day talk to me.
Romance is a dream, I am real, and what I offered
was too.
I could give no fairytale, but why,
was a truthful story of a boy and a girl,
man and woman, so unappealing?
Thank god this book has many sequels,
and your character isn't necessary
for a happy ending.