I beg of thee
to stop these—
these, these,
those; feels.

I beg of thee
(im on my knees to,
stop) these—
ugh.

I am in love.
That is what you say,
Lord?

The mirror responds:

Yes, Yes You Are.
Now Caress Your Lover
Who Will Never Love You
Back

(obediently you reach your hands up
palms warm and ready to hold
and you cup the Lord’s cheeks
in the mirror:)

And Cross Your Ankles
Then Say

(you kneel, again,
and start screaming;
you say:)

I beg of thee!
Return these,
these, these,
Those; Feelings!

The Lord,
in their mirror,
must lean over to see you,
with your torn

torn

mind and your desperate

desperate

heart.
The Lord
sees your tears and
they wipe them away,
whispering,

I Love You So Much.

Lord, Lord, Lord,Lord,LordLordlordlord

Don’t Think.

actually, do.

and then write about your lover;
about yourself;
and after,
beg.