I loved my best friend and the hair atop her head
So I mimicked her style
Hoping it would suit me instead
My cousin has great green eyes
Thus I got contacts to match
My colleague has the fullest lips
Prompting me to buy a batch
I envied my neighbor’s glorious waistline
Then I gathered up my money
To take surgical knives to mine

I doubt it could have been good
It smelled like fruit set on fire
With a crunch I don’t think was intended
And the conflicting taste had me unsure what I was eating

But love is a strong flavor
That makes burnt air smell like vanilla
Ashes taste like cinnamon
And make me say “I love it”

I’m sending all the letters that I wrote to you.
Each on paper; plain, lined or scrap,
in pencil or pen with misspelled letters
and scratched out words.

A text would have been faster
a tweet would have been easier
but I can’t tell you I love you
in any less than 3 pages.

So I’ll take them to the post office
and send them out today
they’ll make it to you first
but I’ll be on my way.