Fuck every poem I wrote you, I could write hundreds.
But I can’t be more honest about my feelings for you- no matter how I show it.. My feelings are my feelings, it shouldn’t matter if I write them in a poem as long as I show you through my actions-
As long as they’re genuine & I swear on both of our barely beating hearts that this is real & I won’t ever hurt you on purpose so when I shower you with words, put the umbrella away because even though I share my writing with the world, my heart is yours so let the fact that you’re falling in love with a poet be beautiful.
Words mean everything to me, I don’t ever speak just to take the silence from the air. Just like I don’t ever write about you only because I have nothing better to do;
I write about you because you’re all I think about & if I were to try & tell you all of this in any other way, I’d choke looking at your perfect fucking face because I’m drowning in love,
I would say falling but it doesn’t do what I’m feeling enough justice.
But fuck these poems.
And my words.
And any talking,