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.