I'm usually so good with words, but falling for you is like having an ocean inside of me and only knowing the language of raindrops. It's like waking up and falling asleep and waking up and falling asleep and wishing your breath was on my cheek. It's like driving home and craving you so deeply I can hardly breathe without shattering my lungs. It's like shattering my lungs and shattering my lungs and shattering my lungs. It's like forgetting how to breathe for all of the split-seconds when your name pops up on my phone. It's like talking to you and never wanting to stop. You make me want to pour myself out of my skin to fill all of the places you feel empty. I'm usually so good with words, but you drown every single one. There are no mouths that speak this language that are large enough to explain you.
for The Girl, as all my love poems are. this was originally actually not even a poem, more of prose, but I decided to switch it to stanzas.