Ode to Jesse
An Excerpt From James' Journal
Her skin so fair, her hair so red.
I love it when she hits my head.
To even be grazed by her dainty fist is more than I can bear.
How I long to breathe her sweet perfume and touch her flowing hair.
So beautiful and dangerous, like a poison butterfly.
I'm so afraid to touch her for fear that I will die.
Can I ever tell her how I feel? Do I even dare
To hold her close and tell her that I truly, truly care?
I cannot tell her, for she might leave, and I couldn't bear to part,
For I know that if she left, she would take with her my heart.
She is vain and she is cruel, but I love it when she beats me
Abuse me, hurt me, I don't care, but please, don't ever leave me!
