You cannot hear what I want you to hear.
So I write it on the wall.
I flex my heart through my hand and explain everything so perfectly with a pen.
My tongue stumbles upon words and trips me before a sentence has begun.
But my hand is steady and my pen knows my heart’s desire.
I write the lines between our lives that is our life. Journaling the path we have taken and reflecting upon the moments we have shared. I record our love to remember love, and remember what that love was. For love is ever changing and we never feel the same way twice.
I could say a million words and only write a few. You’d appreciate a few words and forget a million. You are everything I am not and more. You make me happy to wake up. You make me want to write.