For Next Time Alyssa

If the way I make you feel doesn’t make you wanna write a terrible teen queen pop song, don’t waste my time, boy, move along.

If the way we are together doesn’t make you dizzy doesn’t give us wings to fly don’t waste my time, you’re not the guy for me.

If this love don’t swallow you whole it’s not big enough for me

If you can breathe when I’m not yours

If I’m not the sweat oozing out your pores

If I’m not everything and more it’s not enough, and there’s the door.

You’re not sure you’re in love with me? You won’t get another shot. Don’t get to change your mind, boy, you’re in love or you’re not.

Not sure just means you’re not, not enough to be half enough for me

I’ve been loved half-heartedly by more than enough men. I’m done collecting crumbs, give me feast or famine.

I won’t be your good enough not me won’t be your back-up plan or anything but your everything.

Don’t waste my time with anything less than wild stupid crazy big and sloppy messy inconvenient scary love.

You miss me? Yeah, I bet you do. The only way out is through it. Thought you could live without me? Go right ahead and do it.