i'm so in love with you
and i don't know how to make this into poetry
but just know that i love you
and i've tried over,
and over,
and over,
to write this;
but my eyes are filled with puddles that became waterfalls flowing down my face,
my fingers have blisters from grasping a pencil all day;
my hands are cramped from throwing out scrap, after scrap, after scrap of paper,
my nails are tinted with blood from smashing them against the keyboard.
i cannot find the words to turn my heartbreak into poetry,
but just know that i love you,
and i don't know when i'll stop.
june 7th would've been our anniversary. i miss you.