Love Potion #9

So many things I couldn't ask you then, with my lips locked to yours, holding secrets to kiss and tell, But if I could, it would've been something of a song, with questions trilling up the measures of time we had so fast, I'd have had to stagger breath ''I love you' s" just to keep you around,
You said just ask you anything,
Maybe now you could finally tell me everything?
First, tell me something to make me laugh, that terrible witch cackle I used to whenever you looked at me, the one you used to love
Second, could you write ma an 80's love song, something you could've learned to love back when you were learning to love me?
Do you remember our first date? Rambunctious dinner with your parents, and the theatre, alone in the back row, where I finally could say I love you with more than a gaze
Answer what you saw in my eyes? Was it some vague darkness, a bland brown, were you note even looking there, or maybe it was d) the momentary "love of your life?"
If there was an always and forever, how sure were you we'd be together?
When water condenses, and my reflection blurs, how much truth was left to say I was yours?
Spell love backwards and what do you get? Something close to evolve, and on that note, what were we evolving into? Please give me some examples,
Drip ink down your wrists that burn for sensation and sign my name,
Doodle us so hard, that the memory of me will sink into you, become a scar in your very blood, and keep pulsing to your heart,
 Raise your wrists high in spiritual validation that you had me,
List your biggest fears, joys, regrets, and blessings-
How many times was I on each, and what does it all add up to?
When you graduated, was I supposed to smile, knowing you were only going to be mine for a little while?
What would it have cost to leave this two star town? I didn't care that it was more than we had in dimes and gift cards, because I was still willing to try
"When I am with you, I am________?" Please only say infinite,
You were honest, true or false?
Did you know how much I loved you? Did you see it in my eyes when you left?
Could you read it hanging on my tongue, or better yet, hear my heart beating steadfast like the appassionata for what I thought we were, something ambivalent and timeless,
Finally, I just have to ask,
Why didn't you hear my heart stop?