My Mind Is Split Poem by Jonas Larsen

Sweetie, my dear, I love you so.
And every day, I'll let you know.
'I love you, hun.' I'll say to you.
And I'd be glad, if you'd tell me too.

But don't feel pressed, that was never my intent.
Just whenever I'm alone, I feel pent, spent and long for your scent.
I'm not a genius, maybe not even clever.
I just hope you'll stay with me, for now and forever.

I don't want to go home, just lie down and die.
Maybe when dead, to your house I can fly.
My thought may be dark, bleak and black.
But hope has left me, I'm alone, and under attack.

Yet somewhere inside, I cannot let go.
Don't want to be another, Johnny the Doe.
Bound in this job, beneath chains and laws.
Can I find freedom, with all of my flaws?

My mind is cloudy, dreamy and split.
For this next assignment, I'll need to be fit.
Fit to fight, and fit to survive.
Because, truly, I may actually want to stay alive.