Often, I know you wonder,
What you are to me,
And you ask me,
What you mean to me.

I can’t help but stumble over words,
Slip over clichés,
But I’ll do my best.
Then again,
Do you expect anything less?

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You are the sight in my eyes,
The sound in my ears,
The thoughts on my mind,
The smile on my face,

You are the star in my sky,
You are the water in my sea,

you are the petals to my flower,
the leaves to my tree.

You are the air in my lungs,
You are the blood flowing through my veins,

Your presence is my nerves, clenching up
Your bad days are my inaccurate shots,
At turning things around.

Your eyes in mine, is me trying to keep my cool.

Your pain is my tears
Your absence is my sleepless nights
Your smile, my morning sun.

Your touch is my mind going wild,
Your calls are the flutters in my stomach,
Your ‘goodbyes’ are the forerunners to my ‘miss you’ s

Your broken spirit is my anger.

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And your disbelief is the
beating pain in my chest.