He Is All That

He is the light that seeps in through the glass windows,
From between the curtains,
He is the sun at its brightest,
And the starless nights,
He is the petrichor,
And the tiny water drops on the leaves,
He is the wind followed by rain,
Cold against the skin,
He is the brightest star by the moon,
That accompanies it through the night,
He is love itself, that leaves everyone in fright,
He is liberating like a cold shower at midnight,
He is the ending of an incredible book,
With the lovers six feet under,
He is the cliché rom-com,
And it's happily ever after,
He is the unplanned road trip,
And irrefutably stupid decisions,
He is the rush of all the firsts,
Worth remembering even after years,
He is the Perfect long hug,
And that one obsessive song,
He is the unblemished unprecedented heart,
Marred by treason.

He is who he is, and we are who we are
Strangers with memories
And irreparably wounded hearts!

This is my first time writing a poem, and honest comments would be appreciated.

Thank you for reading, and I really hope you all like it. XO