What do I say to the man
who says he likes me despite
every mood swing and uncalled for swear?

How do I tell him how much
he's starting to mean to me
when I realize he knows all
about my last love
and doesn't care?

He's known me less then a year
and already I've cried into his
arms and felt the warmth and safety
of home.

If I can ever write him anything
worth reading
it won't be enough.

He likes my poetry, thinks I'm funny, interesting and let me cry into his shirt for hours.

I'm keeping him around.

His name on FictionPress is LyricalJazz. Look him up.