You
With the unthinkable past
Of carnal assault
And emotional onslaught,

You
With the walking dead dad
In the abandoned great house
Of unfilled pool of dreams,

You
Who always gets oppressed
Lashed, slashed
With harsher words from tongues of swords,

You
With the strained smile
But with the striking laugh
Behind caged, teeth,

You
With the broken geometry fantasy
Full of unstable biological chemistry
Ready to burst,

You
With the muffin top
Sausage arms and beefy legs
With the bacon skin,

You with the holed shoes
Holed pockets
Holed soul...and heart,

You
Who is reading this now
Who is my greatest opportunity
(not my best mistake because honey, you ain't mistake)
Who is the love of my life, center of my being


Who is my all,

**i love you