poetry written for him
doesn't come easily to me.
the words never form
quite the way i need them to
and my meaning is lost
in the translation of metaphors.
comparisons to nature
and divulging of emotions
never express anything
like i wish they would.
so i'll put it as simply
as i know how.
you make living easy
and you make me feel whole
when i never quite have.
you are the missing piece
of the seemingly unending puzzle
of my individual identity.
how i know that is a great mystery
like everything else,
yet it's the first thing
i've ever been completely certain of.
YOU ARE READING
ephemeral
Poetryi am so sure about you and i've never questioned that you're my one
