Edge of Belief

Too much of a good thing is what you are to me; too much of a happy ending that was never meant to be. And even though I know I could never measure up to the perfection that is you, I know you have a heart of gold that may have been in mine if only I was a different me. But tomorrow when you awake and find me to have left your side, look deep into the shadows at the edge of your life. You might not see me. But believe, will you please, that I am there for you always? At the edge of your life, at the precipice of my existence, is where I will be always. And until my body grows cold in the finality of death, I shall protect what is not mine. And until my body grows cold I will know it to be only yours, which it would never be.