all of the worst things are compared to broken glass so when my cup of tea shattered in every metaphorical way possible, I was not startled that you "glued me back together " when my life flew off the handle because it simply got too hot I did not burn my fingers, I just dropped the mug every verse of poetry that contained the "I AMs" I related to the I AM sad, lost, lonely, just holding ons because now words were my constant flow, like a river or any other clichè I carried on to an ocean of possibility with you by my side or just in sight A God amongst men, like Janus appearing and opening the door to opportunity, to new love, to the precise definition of moving forward because within each ray of your sunshine, was another freckle scattered on my smiling cheeks
no rhyme nor reason; (okay maybe there's a reason)