The Vault (a poem and prose collection)

Seven

loving you is
seeing sunlight rushes to the plum tree making it look greener;
it is seeing dusk without collapsing into chronic sadness;
it is writing poetry without feeling the ache seeping into my veins.

loving you equates
to giving up destructions while
running towards security and self-validations;
it is accepting my ragged edges
when i thought i looked awful with them.
loving you is a second away to laughter
when it's morning without wishing nights to be longer;
it is a type of comfort that doesn't
need extremities,
it is landing into the softest part
of the universe.

lastly, loving you is everything
imperfect but it is the
every missing piece
i did not find throughout.

and it is not you
who made me realize this,
but loving you did.

— nana, "his eyes is a living poem"