Day 13 - What do you see in me?
You are that poem left with missing words, stuck on my old, worn notebook back from last year. I didn't get to write the end, there weren't just enough words to describe you. A painting in a canvas covered in dusty, white cloth, still undone. I never had enough colors to draw you. Maybe the sky too. Your eyes shine like them when you are happy. The stars show every imperfection you had. They grew into beautiful constellations down your cheeks.
"What about my personality?"
It sent me back to the first day, how silent you were when I sat by your side. Then the first time we heard your voice, to me it was like the angels singing. Then I remembered the first glance I've caught of you smiling, and that was the very first time I've seen the sun face to face. To everyone you were that quiet boy in the room that never liked anybody, the silent night full of clouds. You may be wrecked from the storm that had been in you, it may have sucked up all the stars you see. But if you'd ask me, you are the heavens and the earth. A blackhole where sunflowers still bloom, a garden of roses I'd walk through despite the thorns.
