i control this manikin in the mirror
i am outside this body,
it is simply just a home
i am the striking whiteness in a glare
the order of the pretties flowers,
the floating feeling one has as you hover on water,
my deepest thoughts, my entirety of being: really nothing at all.
declare anything to be and it shall be but maybe everything isn’t anything to begin with

she is perfect to me;
in the way she gets excited about the moon,
falling in love with the world as i fall in love with her,
id tie her shoes the way she likes every day if that means she’ll kiss me goodnight
she is perfect to me in the way she loves apple juice and concord grapes, she mixes her pasta in with her sauce, how happy she is when she hears  her favorite songs
i love every thing about her more each day

i cannot recall specific dates
my memories live in the songs i listened to on repeat in the long nights
replaying them now to bring me back,
romanticizing my life as if it was some cinematic masterpiece
i try to hard to just hold on to the past but the past no longer exists in the present

i think the sun and the moon share a special type of love,
it seems only in the moments during blue light do they finally get to meet,
in the blue dawn just before the sun rises he speaks to her,
and with the setting sun he says goodbye before the night sweeps,
with grace, she waxes and wanes,
she awaits him,
turning seas for him,
appearing in the morning and evenings in chance she sees him,
she does not see when he scorches the earth,
nor has she ever looked into the sun with open eyes,
he may be the light to her darkness but he is a blazing fire,
but little does she know her powers.

i know i love her
because it no longer hurts when she hurts me
she could do anything and i would always want her.  
i will always forgive her
not as if she needs to be forgiven
but if so, it would be unquestionable.

and i think i love her,
because of how i miss her laugh,
remembering her joyful tones dipping and rising, she rings angelic in every way.
but she is perfect in an unexplainable way,
and i think that’s what love is,
something so special you can never quite explain its beauty.

i thought about her lip gloss on my lips the whole drive home,
the way she looked back before kissing me, like she really wanted to,
she always makes me smile.
i feel like i could sit and watch the stars with her for the rest of my life and be content.
i feel like i could be content doing anything with her,
she doesn’t know how beautiful she is,
i wish people understood how special they are,
how they make others feel.