To Me

To me, you were the moonlight in December, 

The constellations in the month of June,

You were the waves of the Caribbean 

And the winds in my sales at noon.

You came to me, a broken monument,

And as your porcelain chipped I saw your colors...

I've seen your darkness and your light,

I saw your shades and all you kept aside.

To me, you were the fog I loved to hide in,

You were the cup of cocoa in the snow,

The hot shower after being rained on,

And the warmest blanket on a winter night.

You pulled me to you in the darkness

And allowed me to dance to the rhythm of your heart...

I laughed beside you.

I laid beside you.

To me, you were the smoke in my lungs,

The water I drank throughout the day,

You were the words I read off the pages

And you were the perfect love story.

You taught me the meaning of love,

How to be selfless and strong...

I learned how to become myself.

I learned how to be who I am.

To me you were the paintings in my eyes,

You were the heartbeat between my ribs,

The salvation inside each cigarette

And where I exhaled you inhaled and so on...

For you were the extension of me,

The polar opposite of my soul...

And to me, like a magnet you're pulled  

So quickly. So sudden. So sure.