" You're a mystery novel
Habitual
Deceiving
Youthful and quick
Running yourself in circles
Too focused on the details
Unable to patch them together
And develop a lens through which you can see me.

You're a clown
A heart behind a mask
Jolly yet lonely
A performer
An actor
Playing for a selective audience
Who laugh and giggle
But they don't see you struggle like I do.

You're a gypsy,
Unconventional
Passionate
Playful and jaded
Searching for another winding road
For strange and wondorous places
That you'll write books about when you're old
And I'll miss you.

You're hamlet
A poet
A genius
A lover
A pursuer
Once a mixed up boy
Now a man misunderstood
And I've loved you."

Kinda feels right.