To My Future Wife… If You Really...

Dear Mrs. my future love, I am writin' for you wonderin' if you really exist?

I hope you get my message, and hope you can really help.

My existence become so exhausting, draining my will to repel.

Losing every piece of interest—can you help me gatherin' what's left?

I guess I'm feeling so puzzled, everything’s hazy, unclear.

Sadness stamped on my heart, turned it cold, dark, and drear.

Can you really handle this? I don’t wanna be a weight in your time.

Guess I'm not the patient type, patience wears me down inside.

Dear Mrs. my future love, i hope you don't get bored of me

Do you really think I'm annoying? Guess that's why people leave.

Dear Mrs. my future love, my heart is priceless to me.

Sensitive like glass—just one small scratch, a major twist.

So pure and clear, every light you give will always reflect.

Dear Mrs. my future love, I hate these winter nights,

They're far too cold, they rob me of all warmth and light.

I like being covered, it gives me a sense of heat,

Guess I learned to warm myself—no one ever did it for me.

Dear Mrs. my future love, please don't rush me or my pace,

I've lost all of my power, I can barely speak or face.

Dear Mrs. my future love, I may look uninterested,

But deep in my silence, my feelings stay nested.

I swear that I'm curious, my intentions are true,

I hide it all quietly, not knowing what to do.

I'm drained to the core, every spark feels sore,

And I hope if I love you someday, you’ll love me too.