The thing with being
a writer is that when
you get to know people,
you can write an entire
chapter about them and
all you get is a paragraph.

- *But oh god, did you even
try to finish the sentence?

You thought yourself
as nothing and yet to
me you were everything.
You were the spilled ink
on my paper,
and the words that left
me choking.
You were the struggles
and the rewards.
You were nothing but
my everything.

― *My poems dear boy,
     Have always belonged
     To you

He's not perfect
and he never will be
but he's close and
Oh god how I wish
I could show him that
he's worth the entire
******* universe.

*- Oh God, Please God,
  Let the boy find
  Happiness.