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…