If you love someone, then why is it hard to say it?
Why is it hard to tell them and count the ways they have somehow
Rooted themselves within you as your favorite person?
Quite a confusing conundrum.
Because in my head we live in world's unknown, and
I can bare the deep vulnerability that comes with the words.
I can say it, shout it, sing it, paint it, all in my own dream world.
Why couldn't I say it in depth, in description,
even if I lay on death bed?
The desperation that builds in my chest, in my throat, and sinks and wrenches my stomach until it sinks
Because I just want to tell you.
Yet, when it's time I go blank in mind.
This makes me feel like I don't love you at all..
But that answer isn't right either..
I just hate that I am bad with words.
My own articulations are like hooks without bait.
And I cast and I cast and I cast my line
but yet, no words come to bite..
I'm just a stranded, confused girl, on a boat in the middle of the sea of love, ultimately at a loss with myself.
I'm sorry that I have never really been that good at fishing.
You're quite a catch and I am not sure how I