how come
i want you and you want me
and we can't do a thing about it?

history.
its a long highway, with wide turns that leave behind trails with tire marks
that never quite fade.

i could ask her
like a fiancé asking his future father-in-law for his blessing
but history likens it to pulling a leech off of the thin skin behind your knee.
painful
awkward
dangerous, like a drunken game of roulette.

sad, how things that fit together are polarized.
magnets. trying to attract a positive to a positive.
it should work, but it cannot.