your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

i don't know
how to not talk to you,
how to not ask how your day has gone,
how to not tell you i miss you.

i don't know
how to not love you.

i don't know
how to be me without being a part of you.

- g.r.