ive written you so many ******* love letters
and i want           
 to burn                  
them all.
because i don't know
how you feel about me.
at all.
i wonder if you like me.
though we talk every day.
ive never sent a single letter.
because
your as unreadable as a brick
as strange to me as the insides of my bedroom wall.
like them, the only thing i see is whats on your outside.
outside you are this calm genius.
so wonderful and sad.
but inside
i do know
you have monsters.
demons and fears.
and my love letters
or my smile pressing against my ears
they cant cure insanity
or depression
which plagues you
much like im plagued
by my love of you.