I won't leave until you tell me
That you don't want me

I won't leave until you find
Saying my name
Exhausting

I won't leave until you
Let go of my hands
My love

You make want to write poems
About you
Until my hands fall apart
Crack
Bleed
And break

My love for you is the kind
That poets read about
In the middle of the night

It's not pretty
Or wholesome

It's not magical
Or perfect

Its raw
Dripping red
It makes ur throat close
Steals your breath

It's not pretty
Or wholesome

It's not magical
Or perfect

It grips
It claws
It smiles
It laughs
It cries
It sobs
It dances
It sings

But most of all
It stings

It stings in all the right ways
It stings in the back of the throat
In the middle of your thoughts
In the front of your heart
In the corners of your eyes
And all over when you shiver
From the depth of how it feels

My love for you is not the kind in love songs
Or movies with happy endings
My love for you is not the kind in fairytales
Or plays with depictions of forever

Its raw and it bleeds all over the place
Affecting everything with a clumsy sort of grace
It closes off your throat and makes you breathless
With every kiss and every held down tear

My love for you is beautiful in the way of poetry

I will forever write about you
My love

I will forever cherish every smile
Every touch
Every word
Every intamate act
Every kiss
Every laugh
Every hangout
Every frown
Every tear
Every fear
Every thought
Everything about you
My love

I will forever wish to call you mine again
And if I get that wish granted
I will never let you out of my sight again
My love

I will whisper your name into every single section
Of my body
And my brain
"My love
My love
My love
My love
My love"