It’s not 
the method 
by which 
one paints
their world
that’s important 
it’s simply 
that one 
refuses to 
stay within 
the lines
that someone 
else drew
for you 

When do 
you know 
if you 
ever know 
is it
less known 
and more 
you knew 
having once 
before not 
but now 
then did
so you 
did know 
then and 
now that
you do
why not 
me too 

What if
you were
once told
upon asking 
that there
isn’t one 
for you 
but rather 
you are 
for others 
and that 
those who 
so wish 
and those 
who so
dream will 
find you
when their
heart finally 
says now
now yes
it’s him 

When I talk 
about you I
light up and 
when I hope 
for you it’s 
only the best 
and when I 
think of you 
I miss and 
long and when 
I love you 
I can’t imagine 
ever doing anything 
else but that 
with anyone else 
ever but you 

I never wrote 
a single thing 
about to for
you even though 
I had spent 
half of my 
life with you 
I think that 
this says far
more about me 
than ever you 
for you were 
and that’s all 
that you will
or should ever 
be for me