The world reminds me of you

In the sense that both you and the world

Are beautiful beyond description.

I'd be drowning in the middle of the dark ocean

If you hadn't saved me.

And if you've read my poetry,

You'd kbow I'm that 'dark ocean.

You saved ne me from myself

And you've given me a forever

Within the small space of time

We've gotten so far.

But there are days to come;

Suns to display themselves across the early morning horizon,

Stars that will shine through our beloved darkness,

There's more 'forever' within our deep, loving,

Poetic souls.

I write poetry to fill the empty pages,

But what about the empty spaces?

Where ink cannot stain itself onto the blank spots in my mind?

You fill them.

You also help me fill the empty pages,

Where poetry is to be written.

You inspire every creative side there use to me

And one is at their best when creativity consumes them.

- (m.m)