I´m not perfect.
I have my flaws...

Once I even thought
I wasn´t enough...

I´m just being myself.
The self you love me for
sometimes selfish
always caring
but still me.

My poems reflect what I feel.

And they will remind me
of those happy and sad moments

*forever

I cannot encapsulate the entirety of you.
You are a universe kept safely hidden inside your alluring body.
All I know is that whoever created you had the idea of perfection in their mind.

3am is an awful place to be, it is not a time, but rather a place.
A despicable destination riddled with heartbreak and despair.
I do not wish 3am on my foremost enemies.

I am human, therefore I am cursed with a brain that won't stop thinking,
a heart that won't stop loving,
and bones that won't stop aching when I'm not with you.