loving you this much
makes me so happy

i can only imagine
how miserable
i would be
if the day you leave, arrives.

home is not a place
it is never a place

it is a feeling

sometimes,
if you’re lucky

it is a person

i never knew the reason why we met
why you saw me

until i realized
that God gave me you
to make me finally know
and to understand
what fighting with my own self felt like

i started to believe when you listed these impossible things you found in me

i am finally falling in love with my own eyes

not because you told me things you loved about me, including my eyes

but because all i see is you

that i start falling in love with these eyes of mine

is it a place that you haven’t been before?
is it people you have lost?
is it someone who doesnt exist?

is it you?

i am a rotten daisy in a garden full of Juliet roses
yet my lips can feed your ego more than she and her whole body can

i am a half-broken soul
but whole when meets your hand behind my hair
and alive when you choke me while getting in all me

how can i not love you
while our nights are mostly good
and tired
and satisfied
but think of the one who doesn't even know my presence matters

i am wanted and desired by you

but to him; i am just regular flakes passing his molecules by