'Jen, Joe and Terese' by Ravyn LaRue

Don't
I can't
You know that
It's so hard to put into words
How I can love something so much
That it destroys me
And in times like this
When independence is thrust upon me
I must focus greatly on self preservation
But within time, I'll return home
And I'll cry with you
I'll carry on as I do
In the comfort of your presence
All of you
And I'll sob over sad lyrics
The one's I've had to tune out
I'm a cold callused chicagoan now
Not an embodiment of Minnesota nice
And I know that isn't true
But it's what I must lead people to believe
Lest them try to trick me
The world is full of tricksters and tragedy
But it's also full of love
Love from you
That seeps out of my inky instruments
And tells all the stories
Of those I love
And you
All of you
I may have to pull an all nighter
It isn't healthy, I know
But I felt the need to tell you
You are my three dearest friends
(Music, stop it, you're just mocking me, by now)
You know, though, that gives me a thought
You three beloveds are lots like the three beloveds I've found myself skipping
Since my heart belongs to them
As it does to you
And I can't afford to be a mess of missing people right now
I'm against stifling emotions
But I'm also against failing classes
So I assure you
And apologize in advanced
At Christmas I'll be the sappiest sap I've ever been
I don't doubt it, at least
Since I love you all
And the art I make-
(And what I ought to be writing now-)
Won't let me forget it
So I will speak to you all later
But I adore you more than anything
All of you
You are my triumvirate of beloveds
(And like the other trio)
I love you too much to even fathom the words right now
But I will someday
I promise