15 Years Pursuing a Cute Boy

These poems written of my love for you,
I've been sending them for 15 years straight
And there's still no reply

The first year, I was reckless
I wrote each and every day without fail
I licked stamps with insistence,
Sending you my heart's spit

The second year, I was still reckless
Setting my house ablaze wouldn't even catch my attention
In fact, my clothes caught fire from below,
And once I noticed, only the collar was left

In the third year, I calmed down
I'd already reached the limits of literature
I publicized my mixi journal,
And my favorites broke the counter

In the fourth year, I wrote for a magazine,
And I branched out into social issues
I decided to release a poem compilation,
And I made fun of salarymen

These poems written of my love for you,
I've been sending them for 15 years straight
And there's still no reply

By the fifth year, I was a pro poet
I captivated women 20 to 34
But since I was so earnest,
I saw other girls as inexperienced pansies

By the sixth year, my body was ruined
I'd already passed 2,000 poems
Not a bone hadn't been broken,
Not an organ hadn't been damaged

In the seventh year, I was in perfect form
So today, I'll compare you to something
Perhaps you're like extreme ironing
Perhaps you're like a compound inner product space

Even in the eighth year, I didn't change
So today, I'll compare you to something
Perhaps you're like winning every match in 16 sumo tournaments
Perhaps you're like an AMPA glutamine receptor

These poems written of my love for you,
I've been sending them for 15 years straight
And there's still no reply

On the ninth year, I had an accident
Apparently I suffered quite a blow to the head
And though I'd forgotten my own name,
I remembered only that I loved you

Through the tenth year, through the eleventh year,
My memories didn't return
And yet, I loved you
All I could want was your reply

Through the twelfth year, through the thirteenth year,
My memories didn't return
But I still loved you
That was all I had

Even by the fourteenth year, they still hadn't come back
Every day was frightening and uneasy
I just wanted a glimpse at you
I just wanted a word to you

In the fifteenth year, my memories returned
I remembered everything, and burst into tears,
Because I remembered...
That you died 15 years ago

These poems written of my love for you,
If they kept piling up, would they someday reach you?
Into what was your room,
Every day, they were thrown

I couldn't see you anymore,
And I kept loving you
But I thought we'd meet again
And you disappeared again

These poems written of my love for you,
I've been sending them for 16 years straight
And there's still no reply.