if you could read

my thoughts

like a book,

you'd find

the pages

littered with depictions

of you.

i could write

millions of beautiful

stories,

fill several libraries,

with the things

i love

about you.

that's the difference

between you and i.

my ink

bleeds for you,

and you don't

like to read.

-i know you don't want it to be me who's holding the pen.