The Only Good Person I Have Ever Met Poem by Raj Dronamraju

My love breaks wooden boards like 1970's martial arts demonstrations
And you remain true and constant
Anvil for the hammer, fixed point in which to set a location

They will ask for and I will ignore their request
They will ask for synonyms for astral bodies
In their dirty craniums are alien alliterations
Connections no decent person would make, ignoring common sense and morality

My love is the one unchanging fact that cannot be contradicted or disproved
My love is me telling myself, reminding, patience
My love is the topping up of patience like a cell phone battery

I don't need nice things, okay things will do
Choosing to dance with quality over quantity
My love could be described as "custom made"
No duplicate exists in this world