For my best friend, Alex. Thank you for believing in my madness)
If we are lucky.
once or twice in our entire lives
we are granted a wish in the shape of a person.
That person that comes into your life is one of a kind
They are the ones you don’t want to disappoint.
you always want to show them
the best versions of yourself
and they are there.
There when you are unsure whether to start a new book
or finish it.
When you are growing thorns out of your pores
and they are tending them into roses.
They are there standing in the tempest that is your life,
they come in
and stir up your life
and rattle your organs
and lead the way of questions you’ve never asked
and thoughts you’ve never thought of
making the hands of a clock dance forward
and you are happy.
but you are also guilty
because you are a handful.
A tsunami of a person
Guilty because you can’t give them more
Because you never miss the chance
to perform an entire symphony instead of a song
Guilty because you can’t give them less
Because you give them the best pieces of your world
And those are never as bright as the ones they give you.
Guilty because you wonder
They would get so much more done without you there
without them having to worry about
the turmoil that is your mind
So you wear the occasional knee pads
and pad your life with cushions and
In the hallway of your relationship
You make sure there are exit sign at every corner
pointing them out every turn
In case they change their minds
Or start to mind your mind
And you wait and hope they don’t use the “get out of jail free card”
when you are not wallowing in self pity
and writing melodramatic poems,
You have your moments and they are