You are the words in my head
I keep redrafting
I don't think you deserve such nice letters
But I can't help it
you’re my poetry.
Even the littlest things can make me write about you
Today I smelt roses
I wrote you love letters
I wrote your address
And at the bottom I wrote the 14th.
I hope you get it by the 14th
Even then I found myself writing a little poetry for you
It went by the lines of
You make me sick
But I want a kiss
You leave me wondering
Till my heart skips
How do you feel when you think about me
Does it feel like bricks on your chest?
[Scribble].
"I can't send him this"
I wonder
Will he read it over and over again?
But then I can't help it
after all
He’s the poetry.