Your existence means everything to me
It means its true
God makes people for people and for himself
He made you
Calm and formidable
Talk, dark, handsome
And then some
Stronger than any mountain i have ever climbed
With your father’s charm and looks
And your mother’s heart
Your sisters’ hands
Your brothers’ minds
A love for charity and children like i have never seen
A kindness and caring at a level that shouldn’t exist
You shouldn’t exist
I remember telling God i didn’t want a soldier.
The pain of losing him seeming more than the joy of his presence
I would sit there and underestimate a love i had no idea about
I had no intention of taking a bite out of this
Making you my meal
I’d belittle myself, self hate goes deep.
Not knowing that my ability to build these bones back up would become astronomical.
God did not crown me fragile
My diadem resembling ice and pain.
He made me a soldier.
I didn’t know
That He would gift me with a soul so precious
That i can’t write one poem about him without crying.
It is as if He took all i lack and part of who i am
Breathed life into it and gave it a name.
A perfect parcel of His love for me in human form
A gentle giant castle
With rooms a many i am yet to explore.
A mind like inception met Dr Manhattan
Someone i don’t even have to try to respect
Like I am.
I can’t picture my life without you
This love burns
In my flesh and blood
Skin and bones
Soul, mind, spirit
You are magic, i mean it.