By all means, write love notes to her
Leave it on places she won't expect
On her back pocket, her locker, on her hand
Her phone, her lips, her tongue
Leave love notes on her doorstep, with your head tilted for a kiss
And if she ever writes notes to you, keep them
I beg you to keep them
Keep them in your heart, mind, and soul
Keep them hidden on your nape, your thighs, the edges of your ears

Memorize the way she writes when she's okay
Especially when she's having a bad day
The letters tell another picture, decipher it
An extra period on her texts messages means she's kidding
An exclamation point means you're dead to her
A question mark will be the death of your soul
(That is how I got myself killed)
She has grown to like the mysteries she has built over the years
I tried to understand, I tried to spell them out
Nothing came close to how she wants to be understood

Please keep the notes, keep her notes
You will never know how little you have of them
Until she leaves you with only 6 pieces of paper
With words of empty promises
The ones she used to tell her past lovers to stay for a while
But leave soon enough
The scent of her wrist slowly leaving
And her handwriting fading
Blots of ink from your tears

*(Words that I wish that I could etch upon my skin
But unfortunately, I already know
that I would just run out of space)