My Nemo
My Nemo
If people were ocean waves, he would surely last. If people were ocean waves, he’d be a tsunami; and I’d be a simple splash.
He makes me feel like I’m not alone. He’s always with me. And he makes me feel like I never have to be.
I was broken. Much past just bent. But he showed me how to love again
He showed me that I could let down my walls. And let people in. He understood how lonely I had been.
He’s slowly making me love myself. I truly believe he doesn’t want me to be anybody else.
They said I had to make him laugh to make him fall in love. But every time he laughs, I’m the one who does.
He makes me happy. And look forward to the next day. When I use to think, the hardest part of living was just taking breaths to stay.
When we first started talking, I thought he was perfect and I loved him; my mind was tore. Then after awhile I realized he wasn’t perfect, and I loved him even more.
My feelings for him were like an ocean. Deep and strong. And they would surely last, for very, very, long.
People say, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. But you’re my Nemo. That’s how much you mean to me.
