^i Love You So Much Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

You could never deny my love for you
for it is written on my wrists of an
unending obsession of you
Fake and tainted smiles tug at your lips as I trace my fingertips across your hips.
And you squirm.

I always told you that there would always be an us,
there would always be the defying moment where you look at me and it hits you-this girl really loves me,
yet you look at me and it hits you-this girl is psychotic

I don't care, I just want to feel your
skin.
To dream of our kin and wanting our new lives
to begin.
I want to admire your despair and release some tension that you might
have through tiny injections of the happiness that you need oh so much.
See, what you think is an obsession is mere infatuation of you.
The way you are,
the way you think,
what you stand for.
But you see me mad?
MAD?

You could never find someone as dedicated as I,
nor will you find someone as good as sending shivers down your spine.
So don't sit here and say that you
never loved me back.
I see the glint in your eyes and you can't
fake that.
Telling others that I'm a loner and a complete freak
when that night I let you touch me so softly in your dreams.
So before you go and spread lies
realize that I kept pictures and video
of the events of our moans, our cries.
So take that to the grave my love
for we will surely meet again,
this love coiled around my heart my dear,
will keep my heart pumping until the end.