Breakdowns & Cosmic Connections

POEM 28: Happy.

I met this nice guy.
He makes that cool, cool November breeze feel good.
He makes my Full on non-functioning brain feel like there's hope after all.
He makes me happy...
Whenever I'm with him I can't help but smile like an idiot.
His hands...they fit perfectly in mine.
His arms...wrap up around me nicely like a piece of precious jewels.
His gentle & easy on the eyes.
"Now don't you think these are all lies!"
I tell myself.
But they aren't
I feel It all
I see it all too.
Making me feel like I'm the most perfect gift he could receive.
Because I fit in with him so nicely.
His touch...magnetic.
The most electric touch I could receive.
His good for me because his good.
I really like him.
He made 19 & 20 feel like a lifetime.
Cause once I'm there I can't get enough.
When his with me he never wants to leave.
But you know...
"All good things must come to an end."
Well he reached his end
And I'm happy
And that's what matters.
*I think*