I need you to understand just as desperately as I can't let you see

bittersweet addiction
my heart in a fist
with every word
more pressure in the wrist
painful kind of pleasure
wouldnt want less
the palm is soft
with a feather light caress
aching and cold
and fuzzy and warm
people of the pen
bring love after the storm

My heart tells me to choose pen and paper
Rather than word of mouth
To let you know
All that I see
All that I notice
All that I love
You capture my attention
My mind goes a mile a minute
To recall all I can
But as the story always goes
Words are left unsaid
As the poet chooses to write them instead

Tell me all the things you love
I won't let you live without them