It is really obvious why.

The first time I ever dated someone, I was often asked this question: "Why do you love me?". I didn't have an answer then but I do have a new perspective now. This poem isn't for that first someone but it is based around her question. We all get asked the same question and I hope to answer some of them. Read: "It's really obvious why. Because like moonlight, you made my scars beautiful. You tasted like burning scotch..."

Obsessions.

Every now and then, I write about myself, about how I am just another person, and about how I am an infinity. Christmas, hot chocolate and love have always been mentioned here or there in my poetry. Here is a small and brief glimpse into my obsession: