A good friend showed me this poem, and it might be the best poem I've ever read...
The Dreams of the Clown Fish
You are in love. It taints your food with
A hint of coffee and fills your dreams with green
Mountainsides. You have seen what beauty is
And knew it when she danced in the rain.
You have heard music in the sunrise and learned
That time is never enough as you held her hand.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach when
She entered the room. You felt the lion
Tear at your intestines when she boarded that
Plane in Savannah. And you felt the sky fall
When you saw it leave the ground and knew
That she would not come running down the
Terminal and kiss you once more.
You have built yourself, your world, by
Yourself entirely. You have been destroyed
By love, and you have stooped to rebuild
Yourself once more with only broken tools.
She loves you for the things that you have
Done, and you love her, that she does pity
Them. Together, your witches live in a dream.
Stephen Balkcim
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