Some days I forget to love you

But I think those days are balanced out

Because there are days that I cant remember

What it was like to ever not know you

In all of your imperfect perfection

Some days I resent you, and you resent me

And we pull apart and ask ourselves

“Why do I love you at all?”

But we part and return once again

Like magnets made to repel each other

But still kept in the same place

Those days that I forget to love you

I repay a thousand to one.

You are magnificent and terrifying

And completely mine, as I am yours.

I am sorry for those days that I forget

That you are everything - the wind that blows

The trees that sing to me as I weep,

With each bent branch hanging overhead,

That you are made of a thousand stars

And the sun and the moon alike,

You are the change of the season

The cusp of the tide - You are everything.

And I promise to try to be less forgetful