I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

today i felt the sun
gently kiss
the back of my neck
and it reminded me
of y o u.

How could you forget so easily?
Even when it was meant to be

You know I love you
But you don’t know what that means

You know I care
But you don’t know what that means

You know you make me happy
But you don’t know what else you do to me

Death is like you,
silent, cold, and
doesn’t love me back

If you are death
then I long to be dead