Poem: I Love You

I love you.
Do I know what that means?
No.
But I love you.
Should I sacrifice everything to be with you?
Should I remake the purpose of my life,
my new goal being: time with you?
You would be worth it.
And, really, you are much more worthy
of my life
than other things towards which I've been committed,
thus far.

I love you.
Though those words have meant
many different things to me,
some of them base and horrible,
I have no better words.

In the paths of time
my lovers have not won out.
I wonder that I'm poison,
like booze or heroin even.
My effect is enjoyed,
my result is destructive,
of course you enjoy me,
darling;
I'm killing you.
Don't you understand that yet?

I love you.
And thinking too much
I think you'd be better
without me.

I love you.
Be with me always
and leave your life behind.

I love you.
Die with me...
and always be together.
Alone at last
I love...
Us.