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.