[poem]there’s always something else

my but I’m feeling artistic lately… and here we have a poem. for those that i know will ask, the “he” is no one in particular, but rather a abstract reference

There’s always something else

She
wants to be
his everything
his only thing
his everyone
his only one

she
wants to be
his sun and his moon and his stars
the apple of his eye
the first thing he thinks of
every morn
the last thing he thinks of
every night

she
wants to be
every breath on his lips
every tear in his eyes
every touch on his skin
every sense of his being

she
wants to be
his everything
his only thing
his everyone
his only one

but
as long as there
are other things
and other ones
there will always be
another thing
another one