[Fox_Child]: 439.My Poetry.To my lover

Dear Jesse,

Your hopeless romantic lover here
Checking in because I finally could sit down
Enclosed is a corny poem, so reader beware
Be sure to show this to everyone
So that they’ll laugh at me when I get back

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How much do I love you, love?
I recall you asking me one day
That was the day I found you dying
Half-starved on the bathroom floor

I believe I said I loved you
More than all the starts counted
You said that was very corny of me
But you loved it anyway

You said later I am bad at being romantic
I think that was after page 23
That I showed you in my book
I said “but you still love me”

And it was true, until I snapped
But even then you seemed to love me
And I loved you back, I knew though
Half the scars on your wrist were mine…

But I can’t leave you now
We’ve been to Hell and back
And I can only hope, as you read this
You won’t leave me either

I don’t think I could do it
Learn to love another
Do you think that you could, love?
We’re both a bit hopeless it would seem

Do you remember the night
The one without a moon
That I took you to touch the sky
And dance among the stars

Or that fall red evening
We dragged each other to dinner
Lit with candles on a checkerboard clothe
And heaven seemed a little closer?

What about that day
We spent all curled up
Buried under a mountain of fluffy blankets
Both as sick as a dog?

Do you remember these things, love?
Or is it simply me…
Grasping at straws so you’ll stay
I guess you will tell me in time

I’m running out of paper, dear
So I’ll have to stop and start again
Don’t know when I’ll be home yet
But I will miss you every second

Told ya it was corny…
Love Micheal