You make me a better man, a positive one.

I'm sad,
but for you, I couldn't be happier.
For you, I am the most radiant man anyone I've met has ever known.
I become positive, I woke up on the right side of the bed today.
Same as yesterday, same as tomorrow.
As I walk to the grocery, a man stops me.
He asks for change, I give him everything I have.
Even my groceries.
Why?
Because for me, she gave me everything.
My ability to come up with words to describe her,
Is never ending.
It's everything.

Her music,
poetry,
art,
voice,
her notes of affirmation,
her signs of affection,
her words of encouragement,
her belief in me,
her trust in me,
her love for me,
it's all I...
could've ever asked for.

And then some.

And then some more, and more, and more.
Seconds, third, fourths.
Whatever numbers come after.
I can't remember my numbers when I'm around her.
My math is wrong.
my literature is boring,
my brain is mush,
my poetry sucks.

It's because with her I have nothing to prove.
I don't need to pretend to be violent.
A pretentious person who thinks,
everything is better when it's worse.
I don't need it.

I don't.
I like it this way.
I don't need anything else.
The world looks better when it revolves around her.
I want to do more for others
So maybe,
others do more for her.
All I ask...

is for her to talk to me.

And,

like me.

Really like me.