My lover isn’t picture perfect, he has his flaws.
My lover isn’t some poem or any love song,
sometimes he is hurtful without cause.
Shit.
He is not the lover hopeless romantics spend their time fantasizing about.
Still.
I am in awe.
He is smokey and sometimes cheerful and sometimes angry.
He is difficult.
Sometimes,
distant.
Occasionally, painfully,
too close.
He is beautiful,
he is lovely,
he is not some or any,
he is mine.
I am in awe.
by: Natasha Decker