Me
is a word
that strangles my tongue.
Each person is defined by their
passions, beliefs, desires, quirks.
I am me.
And I don't know me.
You are all I know.
We are yellows
and
we are blues.
I am all you know.
You are you.
And you don't know you.
Maybe all a person needs to be defined
is a reason to keep sorting out their definition.
I never thought angels were real.
until I met
you.
-M.M.