If I Were Your Love
Three-hundred milligrams
Approximately one-hundredth of a fluid ounce
Three-hundred milligrams of water a day, I’d die
Three-hundred milligrams of caffeine after three
I find myself staying up all night
Thinking of you.
What else is there to think of?
How something measured in milligrams
Could have such an effect on my state
Causing me to think in anagrams
Like what my life would be like if we didn’t meet
The letters would all be jumbled
Nonsense, no rhyme or reason.
Maybe I should try to sleep instead of imagining you cheating.
I think of how I’d react if I found you in such a state
But I am well aware that it would never happen
But…
but…
but… if it did
I’d definitely punch you square in the face
Then cry like a child lost in Target
As their most beloved has gone missing.
Even if you left me, you would never really go.
I dream of you once the caffeine wears off
Even if you lived three million miles away
You’d still be here with me
Its as if you have your own special compartment in my brain
Your own chamber in my heart
The impression you have left on my soul could never depart.
I wonder if I have left such a mark.
This poem doesn’t really reek of poetry
Probably because its two in the morning
Three-hundred milligrams still in my system
But I was thinking that if I wrote these caffeine inspired ponderings
Then maybe, just maybe
You’d see how much you mean to me.
Okay, I’m ready to go to sleep. I think…
Copyright © Emily Rose | Year Posted 2023
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