Life is Beautiful

This was a Christmas gift to an ex-boyfriend named David, I actually kind of hate this poem now, but I figure it is a little less doom and gloom, so yeah. At night I lay in bed Talking in whispers on the phone It is late and I am tired But it's nice not to be alone We talk about our lives And what happened in the past We share intimate secrets We take off our masks He is quick to make me laugh And tell me it's okay to cry He is an outlet for my pain He makes me feel alive He understands why the hugs Gives hopes for the kiss I always stay awake So there's nothing that I'll miss He tells me I'm amazing The same is true for him He will be a raging fire When all the world seems dim He wonders why I like him I almost want to laugh It's always been because He is humble enough to ask