It was the first time I saw you in a year.
More notably still, today was our anniversary,
I've written hundreds of love poems due to what you revealed to me that night.
If I go without expressing myself in an open sort of way- my short life would've been for naught.
And although my little efforts may not be much, they are something.
And to be found with the moon beneath me, all the blood in my lightheaded brain, and an uncertainty of survival-
And all I come out with is a faster-beating heart and some sloppy old poems.
Well, I really oughta thank your sadistic soul for somehow helping me fulfill mine.
Yes, baby.
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