What's Written On My Heart

I feel like
Those three little
words mean so
much more when
you enumerate them.

"I love you."

Not "you too" or "ditto,"
but a commitment--
reaffirming over and over
You're mine and I'm yours.

Maybe you're not.
Maybe I'm not.

But God, Dear God, PLEASE
GOD
Let him be mine.

The relational limbo bar
Has been lowered by
The voodoo priestess, "Lust,"
Her cackling laughter signifies distrust on
Your perceptions of me
making you believe I'm
Incapable of doing this-
Making it work.

And it makes me so full
Of sorrow I could fill
A reservoir with tears,
Cry 'till my insides dried
Up and blew away like
Fall leaves Because

I'M SO GODDAMNED SCARED OF LOSING YOU.

I believe you capable,
Mature, and faithful
Enough to make this
Work; to give it one
Last stab before
The body politick of "us"
Is eternally, mortally
wounded.

Please,
Don't go.

I
Love
You.