Amir's 24th Birthday Poem

you are a breathe of fresh air

after days of fuzzy hurricanes

like a meadow field your touch is warm

as i lie down on a sunny day 

-fuck, i can’t finish this. 

there have been many attempts of me trying to write a poem for you, giving justice to all the men that I have praised and humbled on to jeopardise my life 

i even lose sleep writing for some 

but my fingers just freeze on the keypad as i push my brain to think of metaphors that symbolise you,

but even thesauruses can’t find me adjectives for your anatomy because

you are real.

you are not made up of

cringey metaphors 

nor similes 

you are comparable to

none.

you are you.

your fingers that will remain intertwined to mine and will search for it whenever it’s out of reach

your hair that covers your sight 

that needs my hand to brush it upwards

your smile that is rarely to be seen 

but you’ll never let it hide as you look at me

you are you.

and

i love you 

for just being you.