I think you are 
one of the few good things 
I have at this moment
Not that you are mine
Nor that I am yours
But it's just us 
Here and there
Silently talking 
To one others souls 
Or to the void
For that matter

I wish I was as good 
As You give me credit for
Or as bad as I am used to
But I am not
This is me being myself
For no other reason than 
To impress me and not you
Funny thing 
This soul of mine
I cannot get enough of her