To Ariana M. Jones~ Skittles
True
This poem is long over due
But you should know what you mean to me without me writing words
And reading them from a screen
You've put up with my silent rage
You've put up with me keeping myself in a steel cage
You've put up with my bad decisions
And my crazy moments
You've put up with me running into your arms first thing in the morning
Because of some crap Mason or my family had put me through
I put up with your depression and bad thoughts
Especially at night
I've changed my whole sleep pattern so that I'm accessible to you
And you've done the same for me
You're as straight as the spine of a spiral notebook
And there's never an end to the gay jokes
And your opinion on my sexuality (I'm straight woman!)
But I still love you
Never forget how much you mean to me, please