He's poetry somehow

Is he poetry to you ?

How he takes your broken remnants healing you piece by piece, the way he holds your quarters and halves making you whole again, or how he unwraps each layer of your soul witnessing parts of you that no one has seen reading the stories of your struggles that stay tucked away in the drawers of your silence, the resilience that remains unspoken, traveling the map 

of your body reaching roads of ruination and homes of obliteration because he noticed the walls inside of you crumbling

and your morals stumbling. but he stepped on those broken pieces and with each step he destroyed the damage and the heartache. he picked up the wreckage of your life and built something new, something inconceivable.

Is he poetry to you ?

The way he traces your feelings with his fingertips, filling all your empty frames with masterpieces. how he wraps you with his words creating vines that you desperately climb to reach the garden of flowers that grows inside of you. where he digs deep into the hollows of your heart, weeding out your past so he can plant the future.

Is he poetry to you ?

The man who stops time just to hear you. the man who kills himself just to keep you alive, how he breaks himself in hopes of healing you. the man who looks past your skin and bones so he can witness the inconceivable, the irrecoverable parts of you.

girl, he learned to love your soul before your body and that in itself is poetry..