And there are times that I love you
(( So much ))
That it's not even
love
anymore.
It becomes a c.r.e.a.t.u.r.e.
Something
So very
ALIVE
That lives in my insides
That
((Crawls))
Up my throat
Stretches
My mouth
And
CLIMBS
out into the world
With fingers like branches
And
e.y.e.s.
like
diamonds
And it feels
All the things I
WANT
to feel
((but don't))
And there are times
that you make me so
happy
That I have to write it down
So I
never
ever
((forget))