Mirrors Of The Same Soul

I am the googly eyes

To your skulls

I am the farts 

In your once nice smelling home

I am the guy who doesn't know shit about cars

But I'm the same guy who gave you a star

I am the hope

In the bitter cold days 

And you are the warmth 

In the freezing rain

I am the sad love song 

To your moody metal

I am the nice guy

Who tries too hard

When he feels you pull away

You are the baking show on our TV

And I am the guy who writes poetry about the girl who watches the baking show on our TV

I am you

And you are me

Mirrors of the same soul

Fears of the same tone

You are the laugh

To my fake one 

You are the smile 

To my forced one

Only you can make me truly smile 

You are the Tim Burton

To my Rudy

You are the love of my life

And I am the one who helped you heal 

But

You have helped me heal, too

Everything I am becoming 

Is thanks to you 

You are the person that I choose

Even after you hit the snooze over and over again

You are the cold feet 

Against my naked body

You are the drool on our sheets

And I am the guy who radiates heat

I run my fingers gently running down your bareback 

And you give me the worlds best blowjobs 

I am the guy who will stay in bed all day and all night with you

As you nap

Curled up like a cat

While I go get us some snacks

You are the sun 

And I am the moon

And you are the moon

And I am the sun

I anticipate your needs

Without you ever telling me about them

Yet, you always ask me what I need

All I've needed

Was you. 

CH 12/12/25