A man who:
Takes pictures of himself
Everyday
Won’t have the time for you

A man who:
Leaves love notes on
Napkins
Underneath your coffee cup
Will love you when
You have nothing

A man who:
Declares he’s a great father
For all to see
Really
Truly
Isn’t

A man who:
Tells his children
Over the phone
Next to their bed
Kisses them good night
Where no one can see or hear
Truly is
A decent man

A man who:
Doesn’t make promises
But shows over
Time
His worth
His character
Is someone to know

A man who:
Makes mistakes
But tries his damndest
To make amends
May not see
Eye to eye
With all
But
Respects the process
Of understanding
Each other

A man who:
Writes poetry anonymously
Posts it for the world to
See
Is an enigma

Some say,
love is a curse.
Some say,
love is a blessing.

For me,
it's a spark in the dark,
reason to rise,
and be alive.

He makes me laugh
He makes me smile
We poke names at each other
We never take it seriously

He makes me want to be closer
He makes me want to feel his love

He pokes me
He touches me
He's gentle with me
He makes me feel comfortable around him

That makes me happy
I finally thought that I had him

He found a girl that makes him smile
Yet this girl lives more than a mile
Away

Now I'm in denial
Pretending they didn't get in a relationship
While being on call with him

Endless advice
Yet he chose her