she says
i'm a single piece
and that
no one exists
quite like me.
and i tell her
it's true.
she tells me of the myths
and the legends and the lore
and all that she reads
and she tells me how
there're supposed to be
doppelgangers of you
seven of them
to be exact.
and she says
i'm an exception
because my doppelgangers
do not exist.
that i am a single piece
that there is only one of me
and i agree
i believe her to be true
but what is it
that makes me
oh so special?
my love,
it's you.
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
