Evan
Now I want to keep on writing. Now I want to never stop. I don't know why it's so sudden but I know why its happening. You are becoming unreal to me. I'm losing you in the memories that relate to pop songs people say isn't real music. I wonder if you think of me when he sings. I wonder if the thought of me invokes an emotion in you anymore or even if I am a thought in your head. I have to be. I must be. Baby, it's only been three weeks. I'll come back I promise but I'm sorry, I have got to stop loving you. Hearing your voice makes me tremble and thinking of you reminds me of your touch and when I watch you drive, I swear you won't stop rapping and the mention of your name reminds me of your tears. You of all people know what it's like to live without the people you love. That's why you break your religion and you stare at your father in his despicable face, all for your special brother. I remember hearing you say the words, "If you died..." to her and wishing you would say that to me. Now it's funny cause you ended up doing just that, even after you changed. "If you died..." You say. "What if I was killed?" I say. "I'd kill them." You say. Oh, if only you knew you were my murderer, babe.
YOU ARE READING
How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
