I wanted to say so many things to her but couldn't.
The words would stick in my throat and I would choke on them.
I'd struggle to set them free but only my own insecurities and ignorances would manage to escape,
filling the air between us with a vile lexicon that made the simple act of communication null.
I wanted to tell her that her intelligence gave me a taste of the universe,
that her beauty was the ache that every ancient poem was written about.
I wanted to tell her that she was flawless
and when she would argue I would say there are no such things as flaws,
only traits that others can't appreciate.
I wanted her to know that someone out in the world saw her for her
even when she felt no one could.
I wanted to say so many things to her
but couldn't,
the words were stuck in my throat.