sweet, the skies blurry
baby, it’s raining every time i open my eyes
let me write this prose about you
doesn’t everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them?
i remember the first poem i received,
it was 9 pages long,
filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow.
sweet, do you want me to write verse about you?
baby, i could write an essay about just your voice.
lets go for a car ride,
i wanna forget where i am
i wanna feel this relationship
it’s rockiness, the smoothness, it’s progression
sweet, do you know how many poem’s i’ve written about you?
baby, i have a polaroid of you treasured somewhere in my closet.
the anxiety is still there,
you only have only one hand on the wheel
but nothing could make me let go of your hand.
sweet, do you want me to utter those three words every day?
baby, i wish you knew how hard i fell for you.
someone once told me that words lose
sweet, you’re the only person,
baby, you’re the only one i’ve ever loved.