and I don't necessarily know why
but I think I love your birthday
more than my birthday and that maybe
and just maybe
I think if you were born
and I wasn't
I wouldn't care

and I think that your poetry
sticks and stays in my mind
more than lectures and homework
answers and I think that maybe
and just maybe
if I saw you randomly walking
down my street
I'd go up to you
and say one of my favorite poems by you
and watch your face as the reaction of
"what the–" crossed your mind
and played with your features;

and I think that maybe
if I died
by your side
with poetry in my veins
and your oxygen in my lungs
I would've probably wished
that I died sooner