you must be a saint with your patience and the way you put up with me
i can't even begin to understand the way your beautiful mind works
but i'm so fascinated by everything you are

i'm a train wreck with smoke and dead bodies galore
you are the understated and unappreciated cleanup crew
underpaid, and lacking in the rewards you should be receiving

how are you even real?
i'm more amazed every time we communicate
you're every smile i've had in the last nine days
and i hope i've been at least a few of yours