touch.

partly cloudy

you're a piece of work, you know that?

i don't give you anything

you just are.

you are stars and galaxies and universes.

i see where you are broken

but that's okay

they tell me that people like me,

we tend to overlook the flaws in others

my eyes may be distorted,

i may be looking through roses

but you are.

and oh, you are rain, the clouds, the sun

i am but a pretty little flower

you happened to see

and pick up

and put in your pocket,

my beauty shrouded by all the other petals

in the same pocket.

i want to matter to you.

but if you want to rain on me

i'll turn a blind eye,

and say it's only partly cloudy.