I did not love him because he was the most handsome man,
in the room.
I loved him because he was the most beautiful person,
His laughter traveled across the room, the same way bird's songs
fly from branch to branch at dawn, booming majestically;
echoing in my ears, the sound musically entrancing.
I did not love him because he possessed any worldly things.
I loved him because his heart carried a thousand pains.
But his laughter cradled my tears now and then.
His heart so heavily balanced between brittle bones
but not breaking to heavy blows.
I did not love him because he was someone with a plan.
I loved him because his head was not screwed in right.
His demons always dancing in his mind,
and seeping into my dreamless sleep at night.
I did not love him for I do not know how
He was water and I was consumed by thirst one summer day.