Mar 30, 2025
You were the poem I wanted to write
How can I write endlessly
about all the ways you’re in my head
and it not be enough?
Endless pages of everything I love about you,
and the way you make me long
for the wildfires of your world.
The brokenness I feel when you’re not around,
still filling the pages,
turning into books of worship—
my own personal Bible that I pray to.
But it's not that simple to write just one,
because your soul is infinite,
and there’s not just one perfect poem
to encompass everything you are.
You speak to me even in your silence,
sing to me in your songs,
touch me with your fiery ways,
while tasting the sweetest in your vanilla aftertastes.
You are an endless universe,
and only you are the perfect poem,
because you are never enough for me.
