These words are for you — you, reading this right now, you.
You are a beautiful human being. You are beautiful.
You glow on the outside, and you shine on the inside.
You shine, you shine.
You are perfect.
And I love you.
And no matter how you feel, know that there is someone who will always love you.
I will be here for your forever, because our souls are kindred. We are one.
You shine. You are perfect. And I love you.
All my love,
How good we are for each other, walking through
a land of silence and darkness. You
open doors for me, I answer the phone for you.
I play jungle loud. You read with the light on.
Beautiful. The curve of your cheekbone,
explosive vowels, exact use of cologne.
What are you thinking? I ask in a language of touch
unique to us. You tap my palm nothing much.
At stations we compete senses, see which
comes first—light in the tunnel, whiplash down the rail.
I kick your shins when we go out for meals.
You dab my lips. I finger yours like Braille.
Paul Farley, “Dependents” (via beautyisanillusion)