Untitled (what the doubt does)

Is it that I doubt us
Is it that I let the outside get in
And stay
And live
And change
 And comment
And leave
Is it
Leave me
With comments
And change
With you
I see through fairytale colored glass
The opiate  of my tragic
Circumstance
My analytical
Never typical
Always cynical
Circumstance
You are
So unbelievably you
So inconceivably before me
Loving, trusting, teaching, showing
Love
Why can this not be us
You and me
Together
Happy
Why must it rain
Big dark grey threatening cloud
Must be rolling in soon
And then I feel your warmth
Sun
shining brighter than its ever shined
Flower
Bloom
Bigger brighter more beautiful
You’ve picked everyone for me
Gathered them together
And spoke them to me
In your affectionate words
Can this not be us
This not be us
Not be us?
I just want to be us
No them
Just I and he
And the almighty HIM