I long to tell
all the things I think of you

like how beautiful your soul is
how even on the days you forget
how to love yourself
ill love you enough for the both of us.

I long to tell you
how I lied when I told you I don't believe in love
because I believe in you,
and that's the same.

but I am a coward,
and you will not read this poem
And I will not read it to you.