Sometimes.
I do not wish to speak to you with words.
But rather, to see you with feeling,
Admire you through them.

For to use only words would be to limit myself.
To deceive you.
arriving to you fractured, blighted.

within every emotion that lies within me,
Lies every word  and idea I could only hope to shape for you,
Yet fail to capture.

Still, I will use them,
knowing their futility.
So you may see these emotions.
Through every ounce and aspect of my being.
And they, in turn, may touch every part of you.

And i will choose to not break free of this struggle.
The conflict of my words and emotions will only serve as a reminder of the effect you have bestowed upon me.
To live for.
And what you left for me to suffer for.