One Flight Down

You can build a house,
And put a heart in it.

You can pour your
Soul into acrylic
And paint
Canvases that drape
Across their walls.

You can breathe only
When their next to you,
And live only
On the hope
That they will always be,

You can write them sonnets,
And drink their
Words
And follow their dreams-

You can sacrifice,
And give your first,
Your last
And your everything...

You can camp
There,
Inside their
Hearts forever-
And

Fight time,
Begging it to stand still
So that you still have enough
To make it "right,"

But you can't make someone your soul-mate.
That's what I've learned...
Is that after all that...

No one,
Is able to make
Someone else-
Theirs.