love you so

it's a feeling of warmth...
a feeling of love.
knowing you're near...
certain that you're safe.

have i ever felt this way before?
no, i can't say i have.
have ie ver wanted someone so much?
no, never in my life.

every minute without you,
feels like an eternity.
every hour with you
passes so quickly.

is it some principle?
that is hould need you,
want you... love you so?

all i know is that i love you.
i feel empty without you.

i miss you, too.

This was the first I had written in my first apartment. It's fairly imprecise, and I smile reading it now.

you have my love

let me say, you have my heart,
always and forever more.
my life is incomplete without you,
you are my love.
now, you'll have to excuse me if i knock you down.

yeah, i still love you.
i still want to be with you.
but essential it is,
for me to hurt you,
to make you cry.

one more time,
only one,
i watch the tears stream down your face.
and now you know,
you have my love.

I'm sure this would be a fun one to psychoanalyze, but I doubt the analysis could be even close to accurate if it delved into any specificity. I wrote this for my English teacher during my sophomore year. It was my first serious attempt at poetry. I remember a guy in my English class (with whom I had a very cold relationship) read it; and it really pissed me off. It was (and is) deeply personal, and not at all something I wanted someone I didn't like to read. The same guy was also the primary inspiration for i am a poem I would write some time after this one.