I am him

There’s only one way I can understand him

I write through his eyes

I move the pen so eloquently along his movement

We’re the same person after all.

Tell me I’m wrong,

Tell me he’s not like that

You don’t know.

You don’t know the gears that turn when he’s asked to face a problem

Our minds have collided

We’ve become one.

There’s no correcting these words

I know him

I am him

And he is me

He’s my person

Poetry taught me to be him

Poetry has introduced me to an interdimensional universe

Where I am him and he is me

I know how he feels when he sees a puppy

I know how he heals when he gets broken

I protect him because I know his next move.

He’s my person, and nothing can take him away from me.