As your head pins against the pillow,
Fall asleep knowing that you are not yet a widow,
Remember that my love for you will always be real,
I love you like I’m mentally ill,
Don’t blame me, it’s just the way you make me feel,
I love you like it’s within my natural skill,
As your blankets hold tight to your body,
Always know that it’s nothing compared to how you warm my heart,
Although I wish we could sometime share that blanket,
My love for you has surely made me a puppet,
I wish I could advertise my love for you in a pamphlet.