will you be to me
as gatsby was to daisy,
the one who dances with me
underneath the moonlight,
the one who steals kisses
when i first roll out of bed?

will you return to me
after i’ve pushed you out
and locked the door,
and will you apologize
although i’m the one at fault?

will you be a solid, sure thing,
a rock on my shoreline,
because i’ve been battered
too many times by guys
who wouldn’t show me affection
even if they had to,
and i don’t think i can deal
with any more heartbreak.

will you, please, love me?