dear friend.

For putting up with me

our wholes lives,

especially these past six years;

for writing your poetry about me

even when I don't deserve it.

For picking me up every day,

with a smile on your face

and the sweetest 'morning' on your lips.

For creating poetry no one knows about

but me.

For having created an agreement

we haven't even talked about,

yet both of us are aware of;

for being one of the strongest

people I've ever met.

For laughing everything off,

yet carrying the world on your shoulders;

for calling me by my surname

just to piss me off.

His verses sometimes happen to be

about me;

today mine are his,

it's the least I can do.