It’s funny what we have, an appreciated oddness. 

Our difference from the world brings us together to form a more than perfect bond. 

Both immuned to conforming, we keep our pride and stubborness hidden in a rasta backpack, consistently overpowering our spinal cord. 

What words can explain my need for you? 

You’re an IV stuck in my vein; pouring in ounces of true love and undeniable stability. 

You are the warm hearted person I’ve begged the universe for all my life. 

You made me into myself, so just being you, you give me more than anything I could ever ask for. 

I know this word is frightening, but lets try it for once, I love you. 

I love who you are; I love what you stand for; but most of all, I love what you do to me.