You want honesty?
I wasn’t sure if you could handle it,
but since you’re so eager to hear it,
and since I’m a terrible liar,
you should know that every time
you do as little as look at me,
I can feel my dignity fall to the ground.
I’d stand in the bitter cold for hours
if that meant you would stay warm.
I’d rather gouge my own eyes out
than to see you fall for someone else.
And it wasn’t until you left,
when I realized that I have
a terribly addictive personality.
I’m sorry, my love.
I hope that wasn’t too much.
Because, in all honesty,
that wasn’t even
the half of it.