To my savior from myself,
The beautiful mind that
Interpreted my monster,
Translated my anguish
Into something you, at least, could understand.
Analyzing the sanguine smile
That was never mine,
You became my heart
Feeling, hearing every beat…
The least imperfect love in my bittersweet elegy.
(And only because nobody’s perfect, baby.
But you‘re still the closest thing.)