I am in love with a man

whose soul burns so brightly

that it blinds me.

It gives me warmth

and comfort,

but how can I always be satisfied

with something that

takes away my sight?

His luminosity can make me so angry

because I will never shine

like he does.

It looks like we have

“the perfect relationship”

but no one else knows that

my soul will never be as vibrant

and clean as his.

They do not know realize that

I punch things, that

I let

cruel

cold

words

push their way through my lips.

He sits there patiently,

and takes it.

Others do not see that even

when I push him away,

he still reaches out for me in his sleep.

He brings dinner home for me

and kisses the top

of my head

like the sun kisses

the Earth

as it slips over the horizon.

He is warmth and love

and does not deserve a soul

as cold and as

dimly lit as mine