I know what I'm feeling
and what I want to say.
I've got the words running
around in circles in my head
but the expression
of the feelings in my heart
just don't look right on paper.
It's like a beautiful memory
that sounds perfect on the inside
but is nothing when it's shared
with everyone else.
My anger is too strong
to express in words without meaning.
The only thing that would work
would be a ripped up piece paper
full of words that used to mean so much
but now are nothing to me.
My depression is too deep
and blocked by too much false happiness
to write out in forms of tears.
Only soggy, dripping paper from
multiple liquids would come from trying to
express what you have done to me.
My confusion is too jumbled
like doodled squiggles on a page
to figure out what I am thinking
or what anyone is this world means
when they say false things
that they promise is not a lie.
My love is too strong
to express using little four letter words.
But no other words have been written
to express the amount of love I have
for you. I could times any word of meaning
by the highest number but that still
wouldn't compete with the love
in my heart for anything; especially you.
The worst form of writers block
is trapped in my fingers
caused from the blocking of my heart.
Nothing is good enough for it nowadays.
Sometimes, not even you.