some things are good things

but you are every good thing, all at once

and i wish you'd hear me when i tell you 

how enough you are, how complete you make me

how perfectly you fill every broken part of me

(and there are so, so many)

but, god, i'm too far away

and you're too bright

and i don't act like this enough

except when i'm hiding in a font three shades too light to read

and even then 

my words are crowded out by exclamation points and question marks

so if i tell you anything

i want to tell you how brave and special i think you are

and how, by extension, i might be a little brave and special, too

because if i can love you this much

so much that i recognize parts of myself that have turned into you

then it has me thinking (sometimes)

that i might one day love myself

even one iota as much as i love you.

and i think that's probably a nice thought to have

so i have it.