I know sometimes you don’t feel it.
Sometimes you aren’t okay.
Sometimes it’s hard for you to tell me you love me.
Sometimes it’s such a shame.
Because you have the greatest smile, touch and laugh.
I drink your words like bleach.
I soak in them like a bubble bath.
The way you kiss my hair.
The way you stroke my spine.
The way you take my breath away.
The way you know I’m never really fine.
We share a love so unusual.
Others would surely laugh.
I understand your embarrassment.
I just hope it doesn’t last.
Because I love the way you reach for my hand in public.
I love it when you stare.
I love how you can’t concentrate on the road up ahead.
I love how your reading this.
You never knew it was here.
I hate how you don’t understand.
How you don’t see what I see.
I hate that you let go of my hand.
I hate that sometimes you cant tell me you love me.
I hate that I embarrass you.
I hate that you notice when they stare.
But more than anything, I hate it when you’re not here.
I love you more than words can say.
More than my heart can truly show.
I hate that you can only truly love me, when nobody’s around to know.
I couldn’t find these words at that time.
But I’ve written them out now.
So maybe one day when we’re laying in your bed, you’ll find them and read them out.
I’m not writing this to dig.
I don’t want to scream or shout.
I want you to know I love you.
This is the only way I know how.