A poem written about my nonexistent other half.
He’s a walking contradiction.
He looks like ice but his hugs are fire.
He has the most condescending smirk but the most precious of smiles.
He wears dress shoes all week just to have a closet full of sneakers.
He’s the most sarcastic man, yet somehow the most sincere.
He wears pea coats and dusters just to come home and wear hoodies.
He isn’t interested in cars but loves the feeling of driving.
He gets mad when you don’t work to your full potential, but is the first to let you cry when you fail.
He hates the cold but burns in the sun.
He’s a momma's boy that takes after his dad.
He can cook like a pro but can’t bake to save his life.
His favorite pastime is reading, but he’s never finished a book.
He watches the snow fall but is the first to light the fire.
He’s quiet during the day and loudest at night.
He’s going to bed late just to wake up early.
He wants his tea in the morning and coffee at night.
He’s afraid of failure, but lives to take risks.
He looks like the sun, but talks like the stars.
He’s a walking contradiction, but darling, so am I.
