Dear Emily Dickinson - Chumped

Do you find me beautiful?

Do you still want me around?

It’s hard to read your thoughts

When I fall asleep next to myself

And you gave me Emily

I gave you movie screens

Asked you to marry me

I wasn’t thinking clearly

I’m not a martyr

I’m not a saint

I never said that I was perfect

Never said you were to blame

I wrote you poetry

About the way we kissed

I guess it’s been a while

I just write grocery lists

Can you please get these things

On your way from work?

I wanna cook us dinner

And make love afterwards

I’m not a martyr

I’m not a saint

I never said that I was perfect

Never said you were to blame

When that which is

And that which was

Apart, intrinsic, stand

I’m still loving you the same

Yeah, I’m still loving you the same

Yeah, I’m still loving you the same

Yeah, I’m still loving you the same

Yeah, I’m still loving you the same