i suppose i can wield my words. i can use them to make someone fall in love with themselves. as i compare their laughter to a ****** of fairy bells and the way their breath fogs up the air on a chilly winter morning. i can use my words to make someone fall in love with the world. as i show them how beautiful trees are, how blue can be seen in so many ways, by so many people. but for some reason, i can't use my words to make someone fall in love with me. i can't seem to mold them the way i want to, to express my emotions in a way they want to hear. i cannot explain to them how i get buffaloes and rhinoceroses rumbling in my stomach, every time they smile at me. i cannot explain why i wish i could fall through the cosmos with them. hand in hand, figures tumbling, up and down and sideways and wayside. i wish i could show not tell how pathetically, depressingly, desperately, madly, in love i am with them. i can wield my words but i cannot use them to caress the face of someone i love.
Thank you so much to anyone who took the time to read another **** poem about love.