I'm not really good at this
and by this I mean
the 3am conversations
on your bed
after we decided that
life was far too short
and our bodies couldn't
stand to be apart anymore
or maybe I mean the way
we'd sit and watch
the stars
in hopes that one day
we'd become them
maybe I'm not so good
at writing down how I feel
or showing it
but what I do know is that
you were my cup of coffee
on a cold, bitter morning
and I happen to find that
I'm not good at much
besides
loving you