you

your mind, complex like a map

yet so utterly simple, like a cup of coffee, spinning with milk.

your words, strong like diamonds,

yet so hallow, like an old tree.

your hands, sturdy like new construction work boots,

yet so frail, like your mothers old, thin ribbon. 

your heart, open like a public playground,

yet so closed off, like a jail cell.

your body, protective like a shield,

yet so small, like a doll.

your smile, warm like soup,

yet so fake, like plastic.

you, perfect like silk,

yet so incredibly difficult, like spinning gold.