It's mid-November
It's insane how much has changed.
From never talking, to talking every single day.
I didn't realize that I could be so attached to one person.
I feel like you are infused into my blood.
You fill my veins, without you-
I fear my heart would stop.
Seeing your goodmorning test is what gets me up.
I don't even mind our late night talks keeping me awake.
You are worth every minute of everyday. It pains me to be kept away.
You deserve more love than I can give.
I would let the shards of your glasses shred my limbs
Pour blood into a vile to leave on your alter.
Use my hair as a rope to tie me to you, so that you can never leave.
Use my tears to cook for you, so you are never hungry again.
Use my skin as carpet and place my bones of the foundation of the place that holds what I feel for you.
Love can't even begin to describe it.
No container could contain just what I feel for you.
Letters and poems fill my notebooks, write until my fingers fall from my hands.
One-By-One. Use them as fuel for a fire to keep you warm.
Pick my nails until they bleed.
My blood, all for you.
More and more unhinged describes well enough how my heart burns for you.