can i ask you a question?

how is this going?

how am i doing?

is this what you thought it would be?

i’m in love with you after dark 

and i can’t picture a world where i’ll love you less

once the mistletoe comes out for the winter.

when i think about kissing you under it

do you think i’m endearing? or overbearing?

am i supposed to care about that?

and based on whose rules anyway? 

i don’t know what i want unless someone tells me so.

but i think i hide it well 

or maybe you’ve already read me cover to cover

maybe you reread me every night, doublecheck the return policy on your receipt 

didn’t anyone tell you i love hard enough to break?

i don’t just go halfway. 

no, not when your divine mission 

is to love love love her

love her so much it cracks my ribs

like those poems i wrote about her way back when.

pick up the phone when you want to hear my giddy breathing on the other end, darling