By Arcassin Burnham

I will love you from the acne on my face to
The scars on my legs and the sweat and the
Shame that I feel to be obligated to impress you in
Every contingency , ya feelin' me,
The grass fields were just telling me about your struggling
And your weekends with all your friends convincing
Me to see your family in the condition I'm in , ya feelingme,
I could travel through the stars and the galaxies just to find,
And remind you,
That your adored,
Even though you have the issues,
I could be a reminder of what use to be not your dying need,
To be worried,
About much of anything,
Even though I can not tell you,

I will love you til your days are numbered in the rain and the
Thunder preparing you for a watery grave just like it did to my
Conscience making me curl my thumbs,
I'm going numb.