No, I won't marry you.

i.
Last week I met the most handsome man;
or rather, stared at the
most handsome man,
until he stared
right
back.

I, with the most handsome man;
or rather, fell in love with the
most handsome man,
hoping he'd fall in love
right
back.

ii.
One day my lover will return and I will surely still be in love with him and he surely will still be in love with me and we will hold each other and dance together and I will cry tears for him and me and both of us and we'll love our way right back to the beginning until one day my lover will ask me to marry him and I will want to say yes but instead say no because though I will surely wish to spend my life with him and he will surely want to spend his life with me there is the fact that marrying and separating is messier than being and not being and being and not being and being right back again.

iii.
Happy, happy baby's room.
Painted blue and green.
Add some clouds. Add the sun.
Living in a dream.

iv.
love is stupid love is stupid love is stupid love is stupid love is stupid love is stupid love is stupid
love is stupid
he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone he's gone
he's gone

v.
in the
b
r
o
k
e
n
broken
baby's room
paint
p
e
e
l
i
n
g
off the walls
in the corner
where the bed should be
the
most handsome man has
s
c
r
a
w
l
e
d

You are the loveliest
creature.
You are the loveliest.
You are so lovely.

vi.
You
are
so
lovely.