You Know I'm in Love with You

You know I'm in love with you but I can't say it in your face so, I'll say it here, post-pulp style - it will become a classic thing decades from now. You know I'm in love with you, and only you, and only now while it lasts. When the night warms my lonely neck which prompts me to stare at the black ceiling, wishing you could hear the urgent thud-dup-thud-dup-thud-dup behind my ribcage. However, don't just listen but steal my heart like a thief comes in the night, not by ripping apart my ribcage to get it because that's not stealing but beastly thing to perform.

When I hear my favourite song, and it sings about our love story, only it hasn't happen yet but I will make sure it does. For I will dance like Abigail from Salem, Massachusetts in the forest back in the sixteenth century, and I will also dance like an infant without the belly in perfect beat. I no longer want to sleep and I want to forget all my favourite poems and trade it for your every line and laughter. And when you ask me to recite my favourite poem, and instead I say nothing, you know I'm in love with you.

So, I think I'm in love with you, and I'm done for because I haven't got over loving myself yet. Can you wait for me?