Days are the same.
And my mind will never change.
You remain an unrivaled thought.
Because I have a furiously isolated avidity, an exclusive thirst for the only love I’ve known.
You fill the most hollow cracks of my brokenness and fascinate me with your own. You possess the most perfect damage.
A mess. Calamitous. A flawless crisis.
But it is within struggle that I find purpose and sustainable continuance.
You to me: matchless.
How is it that after all this time, I still look into your eyes and ponder over how fortunate I am to be with someone so beautiful and broken.