pure dumb genius

This may or may not
be a poem

all i know is i'm just trying to thank her
for being herself

and for letting me be
myself
around her

i think she knows
i can never hide anything from her
not even birthday presents
and that's the best feeling of all

because she knows me
and i know her

and we finish each other's
sentences
thoughts
food

i can even undertand her with a whole pancake in her mouth
what more could i ask for?

and i think
whatever stuck us together
must have been pure dumb genius