Older poem, but I still like it.
Dear guerilla rebel in my otherwise preoccupied heart, I want to put out the order for your cardiac arrest, Hold you in my left ventricle until I know what the hell to do, With all these monsters I invited in to clean out the last one, To break down the barriers and slay the guards in the name of love and better things than myself, I have a shopping list of problems ranging from simple jealousy, All the way over to the aisle for vaults that don't let things go, Even when you want to, Living with these things alone is way easier than growing up, Your presence humbles me, I am the shadow burnt into the wall from your atomic explosion.