a drunk poem

dearly titled: i do i do (my drunk mind is hot for repetition)

i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i love you
i lover you
i lov you
i love you
i love you i love
you
i love you i love you
i love the you
i do love you
i love every bit of you
i would sit in your room for days and listen to all your ashtray
complaints
i would hang around like a lonely time-free consuming lover
i would paint your legs and laugh at the funny scars in your shin bones
i would watch the entire Sabrina marathon
i would sleep naked for days even though i don't like it
i would devote myself entirely but be so casual and smoke-filled you wouldn't even be able to tell
i would kill people
i would love you like you love your mother
i know i have to
i know i have to love you dearly
i love you so much it doesn't fit.

i would love you every day and every night
i would love you until it didn't feel right
i would consume the pain and take the strain and drain my sorry windows
of legged bathed wails
i would love and drive every day to your isolated cocoon
god i love you
beyond the doom.