I was fully prepared
to write a poem
about you leaving
because my mistakes
were too big this time.
What I was not prepared for
was for you to pull me in
and not let go—
both figuratively and literally.
I wasn't prepared
to hear you say you loved me.
And I know that you're probably
still a little upset with me,
but I promise I can find a way
to make it up to you,
cause I can't think
if anybody else
who's more worth it
than you.
(And also, I think,
I need to say thanks,
cause I'm going to bed smiling
instead of in tears,
and writing this poem
is a whole lot nicer
than the one I was prepared to write.)