I love you, Jack <br />I really do <br /> <br />(she really said that) <br /> <br />I know you have to leave <br /> <br />I know you have to <br />and I want you to know: <br /> <br />when you leave, <br />everything in my heart will spill <br />out like <br /> <br />a dropped egg <br /> <br />a slashed pillow <br /> <br />a bat-cracked skull <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />if you come back, Jack, <br />(she was the only one who called me Jack) <br />I will leave anybody and run with you <br /> <br />even if whoever-it-is <br />just kissed the bride…10 years from now, whatever… <br />as long as I don’t have kids, Jack, <br />I’ll run with you... <br /> <br />(she really said that) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I am the envelope of an important letter <br /> <br />I am a nugget of the dankest doj’ <br /> <br />I am a cadaver about to be autopsied <br /> <br />so, please, <br />tear into me gently, Jack <br />and <br />kiss me before you walk away <br /> <br />(I did) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(as the sun burned my face <br />and her eyes burned my back, I thought, <br />damn, <br />leave it to a theatre major <br />to be melodramatic)<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-secondary-love-about-2-years-since/
