Poems.

Poem Four.

When I can't sleep I find my thoughts drawn to you,

I don't believe in miracles like eternal youth,

But when I'm with you I feel like I just might do.

You see the thing is I like you. 

And it's a type of like that causes a fright but still inspires you.

The type of like that instills you with might, but kills you inside 'cause you're kissing strange guys while I'm beside you.

Beside myself.

The type of like where it's you that I'm dreaming of,

Where you remove letters 2 and 3 and replace them with O and V, life's a cliff and I've fallen off.

Fallen for you.

It's the four letter word that's worse than fuck, feels like being hit by a truck, except you don't dodge or duck, you embrace it, fuck.