How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Wrote you good mornings before first light
Chose to be blind to what’s wrong and right
Still, “Can’t you love me as I have you?” You say.
Nonetheless, thy words leave a sweet aftertaste,
and mine continue to bring you lies so white.
I love thee. Thus, I must do this ev’ry night
beg you to love me in my unstable state.
I love thee. I hate me.
sold my soul to apathy
desperately making you happy
Can’t you see how I love thee?
You’ve captured my heart, and threw away the key.
Won’t you give it back, if you no longer love me?
Adapted from Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barret-Browning
Author’s Note: I’ve been trying to get back into writing, yet it has been difficult. I can’t bring myself to write essays. Thus, I again chose to be inspired by my favorite poems.