Like, what even are you?
No way in a million lives
Could I dream up someone like you.
I can’t even begin
To comprehend what the actual heck
(Heck heckin’ heck)
Kinda glitch in reality ARE you?
I can’t even—
I can’t even open my mouth and begin—
You!
You!?!?
I get so excited,
I can’t poetry anymore
(And I swear I’m usually
Not too bad at poetry).
But I want to say something!
Because you deserve to have a million words said about you.
Baby, I can’t even say,
“I still can’t believe this is real,”
Because I’m still stuck on the “this.”
What is it that I can’t believe?
What even is this?
What even are you?
The word amazing couldn’t begin to describe you!
I’m kinda afraid to say the rest…
“I feel like we’re made for each other”?
Can I really say that?
No-no-no—
It’s much too soon.
Maybe you aren’t real, or
Maybe you are
But I hit my head on something.
I’ve gotta be insane.
I’m-I’m crazy.
“This” is crazy!
YOU are crazy!
Hot damn, you are crazy.
I could eat you up.
How is it that you drive me wild
Just by being you?
I wish I could capture your essence in a bottle
And strike it rich.
“Lizzie’s miracle drug.”
Except that makes it sound super addicting
Or sensual,
Infatuation-al,
But that’s not what I mean at all.
I just mean I want to tell the whole world
How amazing you are
Because I want them all to appreciate you, too.
But I don’t even know where to begin
And every attempt keeps falling flat
(And falling for you).
I mean, how many stanzas have I written already?
And this is just the prologue—
Monologue—
Gutentäg—
Ratlin bog!
(Sorry, I needed to make sure I can still rhyme.)
They say love lost is better
Than never loving at all,
And oh My God, I know it must be true
Because even if “this” crashes and burns
I’ll never be the same—
Never!
Even if it breaks my heart,
I will always be that much better.
Oh Lord, I’ve gotta be a fool.
A fool in love.
A happy, foolish fool.
There isn’t even a part
That’s careful for my heart,
A part in my gut that says,
“Slow down and think of all the ways
This could go wrong. Be prepared!”
Oh, there was a time when I cared.
Heaven help me if I care now!
Yes, I want to take it slow
But not as a fail safe. No,
I want to take it slow
Because— for “this”—
I want to do this justice.
If that’s God’s will, then,
Glory hallelujah!
Only then,
I can’t believe this is real!