A Poem

I love writing poetry. I love how they can be so vague but so profound. When you read it and you just know there is a deep, soul filled meaning behind the words. I love the way the words flow, almost like water.
I usually write poems for Jarod. I'm not sure why. It's probably silly. My dad used to write poems for my mom when she was in college, and I do for Jare now that he's gone. He asked for one once, and he liked it, so it just became habit to send one with his letters.

I finally got around to writing him a letter the other day and I was trying to think of a poem to go with it. I have one that I tried to finish, but its a song, not a poem, and it just doesn't flow right when you're not singing it. (And I'm not about to do that)

So I drew a picture instead. I do that sometimes. It makes him laugh. It was a ridiculous one with flowers and a little lovey dovey quote. It would have made an outstanding tattoo. I could always get a job as a tattoo artist if the optician business doesn't pan out. Anyway, I drew it, and thought it was ridiculous but I liked how it turned out, so I decided to send it to him just for kicks and giggles, and then I had a thought flash through my mind of his roommate seeing it. He puts everything I send him up on his bulletin board for all the world to see. But some things he specifically shows to his roommate. And I did not want that.

And a moment of inspiration struck. A poem jumped into my head. 

It was just so profound and raw and inspiring that I had to share:

Yeah, you may be the love of my life

But show this to Austin, I'll kill you outright.