I didn’t love you right away.
You drew your sword and I didn’t
like the way it slashed my arm
aimed for my jugular
yelled en garde.
It had been a long time since someone tried
to duel with me.
I forgot what it felt like.
I didn’t love you right away
but once I did I loved you
more
and
more
all the time.
You’re always yelling and not because you’re angry
but because you don’t see the point of talking
with the volume halfway up.
You never address me with a comma
because commas are too personal
and you can’t have me thinking that you might be fond of me
or something.
I have stumped you for words more times than you’d care to admit
I know.
I shouldn’t be so proud when I piss you off.
I wanted you to like me best
and I thought you could
but you never address me with a comma
because commas are too personal
so who am I to answer for you?
In my dreams I am Jolene
But there and only there is my beauty
beyond compare.
I guess you can’t really have an enemy when the enemy
already won.
I wish to bite down with the jaws of my life
breaking skin
leaving my half-moon mark.
We could probably study it for awhile
but I’m not really sure what
we would be looking for.
I try to dull the siren
but she gets stronger and stronger with every Cheshire grin.
Interesting, isn’t it?
I am a living breathing Dolly Parton song
and the needle is stuck
on a body looking better than it has the right to
and hoping life treats you kind.
It’s 5:55 and I can’t sit still.
My tongue does that thing where my brain forgets
to swallow but my tongue doesn’t and it
knocks me off my guard and
I care so much what you think of me.
I think I love you like the Partridge Family sang before I was born
but I can’t love you because you never address me with a comma
because commas are too personal
and I think you have to be personal to love someone.
I turn the pages for I’ve-forgotten-how-many-times now
so I can see you in them.
It’s nice.
I think I’ve grown addicted to blue ink.