I know you'll never read this,
but I'm so forced to get it out.
Once again on the edge of crying,
because I love you without a doubt.
The last poem I wrote was too short,
not at all good enough for you.
You really are amazing, dear,
I swear to God it's true.
I'll be truthful, for I always try to be,
Monique, you've gone and broke my heart.
You promised that you'd never leave
and look, now we're apart.
I hope you come back someday,
but I feel that I'm not that lucky.
Monique, I'm crying once again,
I wish that you could see.
You're amazing, wonderful,
all those nondescript adjectives aren't enough.
But babe, God's blessed you with something great,
so stop saying you're not worthy of love.
I pray that you aren't alone tonight,
I pray that you eat until you're full.
I pray that your wrists stay pure, my dear,
I pray next year, you do well in school.
I know those are such simple things,
but tiny details are what I do best.
Finally, I pray you don't feel guilty,
and that you, my angel, close your eyes to rest.
**Monique, the last poem I wrote wasn't good enough. So here's the real one where I actually had time to write. This isn't as good as the one I'm sure Jesse will eventually write. This isn't amazing. And for that I apologize. I love you so much, Monique. You promised you'd never leave...so I hope you come back. Because a liar was never something I pinned you as. And I really do pray all those things for you, and I really am on the edge of crying. Stay well, babe. Miss you.**
