Matthew,

Make me mindful; your mental mismanagement meanders, making mad your Monday morning.  Were you meant for me, maybe my malicious mind could manage your muddled emotions.  You’ve mastered the art of misleading, manifesting a misunderstanding within me, a mellifluous misconstruction.  Your malevolent heart, a malignant monster when in motion, massacred mine, making a mess of no minuscule affair.  Your mouth reads melancholy and cannot mask mourning the missing mirth.  Morbidity merrily mauls the hearts whose mileage might meet marriage.  Not meaning you marry me, merely mark me memorable.  My heart, no meager mimic miming yours, mandates maddening misdeeds, a morose martyr for yours.  Do not market minute misconception as mistake, more men malnourish me.  To manipulate the matter and mute my mood, I’ll moderate the moment and say: maintain my memory; your heart is mine.