you taught me that books and pizzas would go together.
Like the Italian-kind-of cupcake that I ate; chocolate cupcake stuffed with sour cream. Like *** and TV shows—fries and ice creams.

You made me feel what it is to be human again because I think I was;
You let me read words, stories, and poems that made me feel.
You have made me chuckle with your jokes.
You have made me a poet of your soul.
You have made me—
Today, you have.

is a romantic thing to say sometimes
But still, I don't know why



**I do

"I felt like I was emotion-impaired; heartless.
And I dread for nothing but life--"
I tell you stories of mine like how death tells a joke.
But I have known you for days and never talked about infinity
Or gone to Marianas Trench

But there are so many words that I should be telling you;
You should know that we're made up of atoms.
And these reflected light--hoping you have read each word.
Because, I can't tell how light should travel or where
like freedom,
like words, like languages;
Like art

seems to be twisted
when I said those words.
And trying to suppress my soul
from being irrational...


No, It was my
Heart.