I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.

a darkened huewith lips like cherrieseyes of lightningand that’s the momenti knew we were on fire

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn’t enjoy them, but I did for you.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.