I know he can’t help who he is.

I know that he tells me not to worry, and that he loves me.

But I see him succeed, and pull them all along

like a beautiful blue-eyed magnet.

He puts his soul into everything he does, his heart spews in to everything he creates with his gorgeous mind.

He fills every space he is in.

I just want to share a room with him.

I want to spend a day

just one single day

that’s not about him.

I am afraid of how much I love him.

He shines so bright,

that I fear that one day, like the sun, I won’t be able to look at him.