If I wrote you the prettiest poem,
Would it change your mind?

If I said: YOU ARE PRETTY.
No, that won’t do…
What about… Beautiful!
Yes! Beautiful, beautiful you!
What If I got more poetic?
And said I loved your… feet!
Did that sound a little pathetic?
I meant it to be sweet…
What if I got more specific?
And said I loved your eyes!
Or how our hands and feet,
Are exactly the same size!
Or If I said I loved your stomach,
And the noises that it makes?
I bet that sounds weird as hell…
But it’s true, for goodness sakes!
If I said I loved your nose,
And how it’s not so straight?
That sounds a little mean,
But I think your nose is great!
Or what about your hair,
Shiny, soft, and brown?
And how it drives me crazy,
When you wear it down.
And even when it’s short,
I love it just the same.
And what about ‘Kirsten’?
Yes, I even love your name.
I love your one dimple,
And I love your tattoo,
I guess it’s pretty simple…
I… Well….I love you.
And if I have to live without you,
My life will really suck.
And I wish I could go with you,
But for now I’m fucking stuck.
And every day will drag bye
And I’ll miss you more and more
And I’ll probably even cry…
And cry, and cry, some more,
And I’ll beg for god to help me,
And he’ll do what he can,
And I’ll wish for a way to see you,
Cuz I’m your biggest fan.
And I’ll write some more poems,
And sing some sad songs,
And I’ll miss and miss and miss you,
Oh, I’ll miss you all along.
And I’ll dream of you most nights,
Though “dreams will never do”,
And my life just won’t be right,
Until my dreams turn into you,
And I’ll spend days and weeks depressed,
Hoping you won’t forget me,
And I’ll spend even more,
Hoping you don’t regret me.
And I’ll meet other girls,
And I’ll shrug them aside,
Cuz they’ll mean nothing to me,
Cuz I’ll be dead inside.
Because you are my joy,
You just do the trick,
Without you I’ll be an asshole,
I’ll be such a dick.
I’ll hate everything I see,
And everything I do,
And I’ll bet you everything,
Will fucking hate me too.
And I just can’t keep writing….
Cuz I think I’m really dying….
And I’m really trying….
And don’t you think I’m lying.
And I hope you’re not denying,
That I love you so damned much,
And I love your fucking voice,
And I love your fucking touch.
And I love your fucking smile,
And I love your fucking eyes,
And I love your fucking nose,
And I love you’re fucking cries.
And I love your fucking glasses,
And I love your fucking hair,
But it doesn’t fucking matter,
Because you don’t fucking care.
And out of everything,
In this goddamn world,
I fucking love you, love you,
More than any girl,
More than any money,
More than any fame,
More than anybody,
More than anything.
And if you don’t believe,
A single thing I’ve said,
Then believe that I do love you,
And I will until I’m dead.

I tried to write the prettiest poem…
And it looks like I’ve failed…
My whole sweet idea,
Kinda got derailed…
And I wish that I was dead,
Because this hurts so fucking bad,
And you, you are the best.
The best I’ve ever had.
And I’m sorry that I’m me,
I wish I could change the past,
I’m sorry that I tried,
I’m sorry that I asked…
I just had to be with you
I don’t quite know why
But it’s probably cuz I love you
I’m done now, goodbye.