Purple headache

to my Ezra Miller look-alike from the subway

thank you

for making my heart beat faster

and my headache grow numb

with your eyes.

thank you

because,when I saw that denim silhouette,

my knees began to tremble

and I didn't know whether to blame

your disturbing presence

or my churning stomach.

thank you

for looking ungodly alike

a person who makes me so happy.

thank you

for being a balm to soothe the wounds

caused by a day

which took me to war

and through anger beyond

any handsome words.

thank you

for making me believe,

if only for a grain of time

and an iron howling,

that someone could,someday,

pick me and say "my darling".

thank you

for something

my words can't encompass in their pettiness.

thank you,

strangest of strangers,

for being where you where

then.