Can't Tell You How I Feel

Can't Tell You How I Feel

I can’t describe how I feel,
I get all twisted up
and my words are clumsy.
I’m just a fool when it comes down to it,
lovesick, heartbroken.
I’ve been pining for you for far too long.
So excuse me if this poem is no good.
I’d love to write a million things,
about butterflies in the stomach and roses and other shit,
but none of that really matters anyway.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this,
it’s clear you don’t think of me this way.
Why do I kid myself,
and write poetry you’ll never see?
I’m sorry I’m not good enough,
I’m sorry this poem isn’t good enough either.
I’m sorry my heart doesn’t beat loud enough for you to hear.
I could say I’d run a million miles
just to get to where you are,
but sometimes, I just don’t think I would.
And that just endears you more to me.
I’m glad that you have so many different sides to you,
so many I get to see everyday.
So, even when you’re being a total a-hole,
somehow I still love you.
This is why I don’t write love poems,
this trying to explain how my heart feels,
even now as I write this.
See? See how stupid that sounded?
Well, the bottom line is, I love you,
but I can’t tell you how I feel.