I need you to think back.
There,
in the darkest corner
without any pillows or blankets.
You need to sit there for a while.

The sadness is beautiful on you.

I am mad for you,
hide here with me, okay?
I'll right you a poem and
whisper it against your skin.
So that,
your soul can absorb it.

Breath by breath.
Word by word.
Heartbeat by heartbeat.

Stop.
Don't, don't, don't stop.
Your skin is so soft against my words,
my poetry.
You are my poetry.
Baby, darling
if you think back

I've always been mad for you.