He's perfect,
but not visibly.
He's not perfect looking-
he's perfect on the inside.
He's funny-
But he knows
he knows what the pain
of depression is.
He knows what it's like to resist the knife.
But he also knows how to make me laugh.
How to make me smile.
We like the same kinds of music.
We both love the stage.
He's willing to listen, and
be listened to.
I've only known him for a little while-
it feels like forever.