i could compare you to a hurricane.
i could compare you to a car crash,
a forest fire,
or a book.
i could compare you to the taste of my coffee in the morning,
or the way my record player spins in the evening.
the truth is,
i could compare you to just about everything,
because to me you hold the universe within you.
but the the truth is,
you are none of those things.
you are just a boy.
you are just skin and bones and brown eyes and a beating heart.
but not to me,
no never to me.
