05-15-17

I'm breaking my promise and I'm writing about a boy.

I can't not write about him.

I can't not think about him.

I use the term soulmate too loosely,

But I think maybe?

I don't want to say it

Because I know one day I'll look fondly on these words I wrote

And think of that coffee colored boy from San Tan Valley

How he was my muse

And about how he made me think

Maybe God didn't put the stars in the sky

Maybe it was me.

Someday I will look back on this lousy poem and cry

Because I no longer speak to the boy who once gave me butterflies from a thousand miles away

Someday he'll be but a distant memory

But for today,

He's mine.

And we aren't promised another day.

Author's Note

Update: he broke me in two.