I love you most in your abnormalcy; you are
A summer season blanketed in mildest drizzle and
A complicated origami of thoughts.
You must not know this; notice
That you are a jewel in form, an obsidian-eyed ballerina
In a music box playing the very essence of an existence.
You draw me in a glockenspiel-driven soliloquy rich with
Tonal harmonies progressive and compelling.
I love you most in your abnormalcy; I
Am a wretched soul fed up with the notions of false sanity
And so you must know this: you are
The most normal person in all this,
This world with all its denied and hidden madness.
— A. P.
*Being a response to Day 5 of dailypost‘s “Intro. to Poetry” course; to write about imperfection.