for the next woman who tries to sleep with you

See, I am both the forest and the fire that consumes it,

the kind that ravages an entire grove of trees and cannot be controlled.

I have chased off every other woman that has tried

to sleep with you; I have written my name all over your body

with my mouth. Your Christmas card said Number 10 on our bucket list

will be parachuting without the parachute.

You want to know how I was saved? I crawled up, rung by rung,

from six feet under until I reached the top story,

then I jumped off the New York City skyline.

You told me you had OCD.

I told you I loved you anyway.

You repeated that. Couldn’t stop.

I love you anyway.

I love you anyway.

I love you anyway.

I love you anyway.

I love you.

I love.

I.