They say writing what you know is easy
But why am I struggling when It comes to you.


Maybe because words can't describe
Truly what you mean
To a silly writer like me

You'd easily draw your emotions
Into a wonderful piece of art
And I'd sit there in awe
At your talent

But I'm struggling to find the words
With this talent you say I have.
For my love for you
And these words in my brain
Seems to end up
In two different places

For death and mental health
Comes so easy to a
Mess head like me

But telling the world your wonders and kindness
And establishing the best sentence
That fills my heart like you do

Is escaping me.

I have four words
That speak more truth
Than any silly thing I write
I hope that's enough.


I love you more.