I’m attached to the idea of you
when you stroll through my anima
the sun shines the brightest
when you smile
the dip in your dimple holds the answers
to all my problems
your laugh, oh that laugh that rumbles
through your innermost self
guides me when the light is low
how beautiful is it that you do this all for me
without the slightest idea
you are completely unaware of the joys you bring
sadly you are also blind to the pain
you destroy the little bits you but together
you build me up just to knock me down
just as your laugh guides
your words cut like knives
your dimples holds the answers to the problems
that only exist because of you
and as quickly as you brought the light
you blow it out