Draft: Barely Functional

I had that dream again, where I was lost in the outer space.
Again.
Again.

Again.

And it’s always you in my big dreams.
Always.
Always.

Always.

I hope it’s gonna make you notice someone like me.
Like me.
Like me.

Like me.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury.
Or wear as jewelry, whichever you prefer.
Completely yours.
Sincerely yours.

Fatally yours.

He’s a looker, but I really think it’s guts that matter most.
You matter more.
You matter most.

You matter all.

Rather be working for a paycheck than wait to win a lottery.
I’ll never win with you.
No jackpot of love for me.

My lottery.