I’ll be brief. I’ll be bold
No pain
For so much poetry to unfold.

With you no anxiety
With you I have no fear
I’m happy to write bad poems
If it means you will be near.

With you I struggle for metaphors
With you I struggle for fluidity.
No flood gate break of emotions
No conflict or enmity.

No pain. No piercing poetry
No pain can sometimes mean
No art
I'd trade my entire vocabulary
To keep you in my heart.

You make me write bad poems
Never gave me reason for pills
I'd trade my art for a happy heart
One with minimal ills.

Thank you for not giving me
A reason to write and write.
Except in that to acknowledge
Your importance and your light.