Pet Name: R

It's not a poem...not a story...its nothing.

 

This isn’t so...this feeling

 

I love you? I do?

Why can’t I remember...

 

I feel lighter in your presence

           Brighter when you are close

                      To the point where I’m –

 

No. It’s not real.

I’ll deny

     deny

    deny

     deny

 

Sorry...the record skipped.

         ...the tape jammed.

          ...the CD’s scratched.

 

There’s something utterly

odd – peculiar – strange – chaotic – undefined – wrong                         [With Me.]

 

I do.

I do.

I do.

I will only love you.

 

Really?(Honestly.)[Truly!]

You’ll never escape me.

I’ll

Follow

                        You

 

Hahahahaha.           See, I was kidding.

 

We call those jokes.

{Cue Smile}

 

I’m sorry.

That was wrong of me.

This is wrong of me.

You are wrong with me.

 

I love you. I really do. Please don’t leave me.

Cause I’ll kill myself.

Cause I’ll die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haha, I’m kidding!

I’ll be fine.

{cuesmile}

Author's Note

The title is a lie.
*anagram me*


HintHint

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

Okay, as much as I love this poem
I have to admit, it looks a lot like the ones Summer and I write
I mean, the format and all.
I would still like to know the story behind this.
But I had to be honest with you.

[Dietrich von Crowe]

So when will the smile no longer need cueing?