I don't really know what to call this poem so I'm just going to throw it out there lmao

They really are Helios or Icarus but I don't want to compare them a tragedy - a cumbersome tale - both are still stunning.

I could compare you to a myth or a legend; a story where the guy gets the girl or something similar. You are more then that, you are a living myth, a myth that does actually exist.

Yes that may be contradictory; not making any sense; a cacophony of made up sentences; a mess of words.

But that's what makes you exactly. You are made up words that sound like it should be a word because you are the first known definition of that word.

I invented that word; hoping that it gets added to the dictionary because then people would know where the origin would have stemmed from - you.

And hide myself under words, using them as a blanket, hoping my tears would make the ink blur.

But what's good hiding when I compare you to both of the tales involving the sun. Am I not the same? Am I the moon?

Where do I hide in the dark? I am night blind so I need your hand to help guide me through the dark.

There is not one day where I don't see the sun at least once? It hides but I still see it - even though I may stare at it a bit too intensely then my vision goes white; yes I am dumb.

I compared you to Helios, Icarus, inspired words yet there is not a single word, inanimate object or anything existing to describe you -

And that's what I like about you.

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