Perfection is-
an imperfect word
in this imperfect world.

I want to be the dandelion
growing in between the cracks
in the sidewalk
living in spite
of everything trying to
**** it

There's this person in my mind, I always knew I loved
A face I could not see, a voice I could not hear
Love is all I felt, my heart this person knew
A hand that fit in mine, as if it had been gloved
Love I finally found, since I met my dear
This person in my mind, and it was always you

a man of letters
who pens
upon
trivial matters in convivial inns
where his life is spent
almost invariably
in tatters       ..

Love can make us losers
Invested in love’s game
It can hurt to be human
But..
I love you just the same!

You make me cry,
In a good way.

I've never felt anything like this before,
Cradled in your loving arms,
Don't need therapy.

The time we spend together,
Is better.

Are you here to save me?
Or are you here to let me go
Because I don't know
Anymore
I"m done