I clamor with the words
to simply ask you how you’re doing.
I’ve loved you from afar
And I sit here simply viewing
what you do, who you are,
what you like, and what you hate.
I’ve shattered all relationships
to acquire my perfect mate.
Yet you don’t know I exist
and I’m almost quite sure
you have yourself another
that you care deeply for.
Well let me tell you, brother
she ain’t as good as me.
I will take care of you
to the highest degree.
You don’t know what you’re missing,
so I’ll sent you a note,
of my dying love for you,
with a blackness in my throat.

~kb