I rest neatly cloaked
of an envelope.
Inked, ‘n smellin’
of a spritz – of Hollister Cologne.
I’m not one to pine – on an anecdote.
But I know on this impendin’ journey,
I’m travelin’ all on my own.
The words that’ve been
wholeheartedly quill spilt
have barely even dried.
As I lay in here
Hopeful, ‘n more than a smidge
My Love’s the raw emotion
of a heart – feelin’ all alone.
My Love’s the endless passion
of a hand written poem.
Nestled gently beneath a one way ticket.
As I’ve finally reached her delicate hands.
The body of my intentions – she carefully unfolds.
“My Dearest Love, truth be told;
When everyone in my life has stranded me,
you’ve always remained near.
Through moments of anxiety,
helplessness, ‘n inconsolable despair.
You showed me a side of life,
in which I was previously unaware.
I’m not quite sure why you even put up with me.
I really can’t fathom – why you still care?
I constantly hide you from the outside world.
Around my friends – you miraculously disappear.
Yet, every time I’ve needed consolin’.
It’s YOU – that’s always there – with an ear.
I’ve poured my freakin’ heart out,
to you – time ‘n time again.
I’ve made a complete ass – of myself.
I’ve even tried to pretend.
That I was perfectly fine,
when my life, I was all but ready – to end.
And through it all – you were there for me.
God, I still can’t comprehend.
What I’ve done to deserve your love.
What I can do – t’make amends.
Please, don’t tear me up!
My love, listen t’what’s been penned.
My Dearest Poetry,
From this point forward –
I promise t’uphold my end.
On everythin’ I love..
Yes, I’m in love with you.”
This is my confession..