
I think that it is good that I have decided to tell no one how I feel about you
Because I physically cannot do it
Even searching for words
To write down in a private place
Where only I can read them
My mind gets tongue tied
And nothing I write makes sense
Just emotions, images, memories, pain
Jumbled into nonsensical clusters that won’t pass as sentences
Not fit for poetry or prose
How can I speak of you
When I do not even know how to think of you?






