I have written poems about you
with tears strung decoratively among my face.
I have composed sonnets with the taste of your mouth still stinging on my tongue.
I have vowed to you nothing less than everything I have, down to the core of my fragile bones
when my spine went missing till the very day I met you.
I have recited oaths I learned from the patterns in which you toss in bed.
I have spat heavy loud "I love you's" as if they were the only words I ever knew
and the last I could ever speak.