He doesn't deserve this poem
No, what has he done to earn it?
I'll tell you what he's done
He's loved me

No, he doesn't deserve this poem
He deserves an entire book
A novel of pages upon pages
Explaining exactly what he's done
To deserve it
And I guarantee you
The pages will be overflowing
With words

Words of how loyal he is
Words of how loved he makes me feel
The pages will explain how he never gives up
Especially on someone he loves

As I lay there on my death bed
And  look into his beautiful green eyes
I tell him
"If I am ever reincarnated
I hope I will be your heart
So the world can finally see
We are better as one"

Some days when I'm sad
The clouds open up
They leave the Earth wet and humid
The air thick with fog

On these days
It feels like the universe is crying for me
So I do not waste my tears
On something so simple
Something so temporary

His hands ran through my hair
Like fingers in the wind
My head on his chest
Like he was my personal pillow
And in these moments I realized
This is where I'm supposed to be
I am home
I can breathe

I write poetry all the time
Days upon days, nights upon nights
Words pour out of me
Like my blood flows through my veins

But then you left

You left and you took my words
I was mute
Unable to speak
I was trapped inside my mind
And I had no way to escape

Because what is the point of writing
When you have nothing left to write about