I’d be bad for you, I know it,
with all my addictions and habits.
All of my midmorning hours hung-over from the night before.
All my midnight tangents.

All of those emotional suitcases I drag around.
All the ways I confer my love.
All these ways I’d try to take care of you.
The ways I’d love the pure essence of you.
You may be imperfect in you diary, but I only see beauty…
I’ be bad for you…I know it.

I’d make you fall head over heels in love…
I’d make you forget obligations…
I’d make you late for work, just because you wanted just five more minutes.
I’d enwrap you in my blanket just to breathe your breath and hide from the monsters in the dark.
I’d make you laugh so hard, it felt like you hurt yourself internally.
I’d be everything you wanted…and probably more.
I’d be the soul to your music.. I’d be the beat in the band.
I’d be the one down on one knee, asking for you to take my last name.
I’d be…the one…that’s bad for…you.

10/20/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this for the beat love challenge...

Posted on 10/20/2003
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