Stay anyway

Beauty is in the eye of the-
Oh shut up
You’re not in love
Grip up
‘But alas half-empty is my cup!’
Shut it inner-Romeo
The truth is; is that I don’t know
You’re a prospect; that’s all I know
I hope it works out because I know you’re a keeper
The others weren’t and I know this poem isn’t deep yet
But it’s going to get deeper
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life
So how the fuck could I ever dream of making you my wife
Just today
That’s all I have to ground myself in anyway
And that’s all there is to say
My breath, my brain and a lovely desperation that seems to stay
August is always hell
So come what May
I’m a bit mental
I know you can tell
But please, stay anyway