She is,
in love,
the shit,
fully,
truly,
with her.
always.
I dream,
I hope,
of her,
to know,
near me,
that she,
nightly.
loves me.
Author notes
I wrote this one today while cleaning my room. It is more itself than it is me. A part of me wishes I was writing this about a girl I knew, you know. As it stands though, it's more of a fiction piece. The idea is that it is actually different trains of thoughts interwoven. The odd-numbered lines form sentences relating to the speaker's love for the girl, while the even-numbered lines are what he thinks about her and how he hopes she feels about him.
