she manages
to see me
at my worst
and makes me
better
as my
soulshatter
kaleidoscope
casts shadows
on the scarred
rusted bars
of the prison
in which
my broken
holds my
heart
hostage.

she takes
my poetic
and my
ugly
in equal
measure
with a smile
that lets me
know
it will all
be better
soon
in a world
of knock offs
she is
genuine art
a million
lifetimes
could only
see a quarter
of her
effortless
wonder.