I’m not good at writing what i feel

because it’s hard to choose words that would describe

such a feeling that’s much more than just that word



i’m not good at drawing to show what’s in my head, either

because if i did draw to release my mind,

all you’ll see is a bunch of ugly tangled lines that wouldn’t make sense

i mean, it’s a mess in there



neither am i good at singing, dancing, acting, or anything else

honestly because i’m a loser who has passion for nothing



but i’m pretty sure you’re the perfect way

to pour my whole ******* soul

and everything I am into



and i’m sorry if this offends you

because you may find it insulting

that I want to use you as my stress ball



it’s just that

maybe i don’t want

to be good at writing

or drawing

or singing

maybe i want you to be all that i pour myself to

because you’re so ******* special and amazing

you deserve all the ‘worked-******* this, stayed up late last night’ things

and the last piece of pizza and the best coffee in the world

and that expensive first-edition leather-bound book

and everything

everything



i want you to have every ******* thing i can offer

every good thing left in me

because i swear

i’m turning bad

and i don’t want you to leave



maybe

i want to give you my heart

it’s yours

take it

it’s yours



i don’t want you to leave