This is because I will never be good at touching And because You will never be good with words And because With your beautiful mind You might never even be able to understand this poem And what I’m trying to tell you.
I am Not Trying to tell you that I love you Or that I want to spend forever with you
Actually, I’m perfectly fine With falling asleep alone In my oversized bed And writing poetry at two in the morning While you play a gig.
And actually, I’m perfectly fine With being the one who does all the planning To make sure that we can work around Your busy schedule.
What I am trying to tell you is That no matter how many times I have to look at you funny When you spout random trivia, I am always proud Of the things that you know.
What I’m trying to tell you is, No matter what other people say, I am always proud When you tap drum solos On my hand.
What I’m trying to tell you is That I am entirely captivated By you And your beautiful mind.