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Since you can’t be the poet then you can be the poems

And the feelings I can only express in words

Will liter the pages of my notebooks

Never running out of things to say

My mind is constantly flooded with the things I want to say to you

That spill into my dreams

Writing them down might help with that

Because my heart races

And maybe if I appreciated these moments more I would be able to more often

But it’s taunting

To want to hold someone you can not touch

And share a breath with someone you can not kiss

So you just watch

And think about the feeling

And smile at the little mannerisms

Only when they aren’t looking

Because if I’m caught

I would have to explain

Which could unleash an avalanche of words

That would be overwhelming for anyone

But in the end could be inevitable.

Which I hope we are both ready when that happens

Because I’ve been yearning for your touch

And being able to show you the immense amount of love I have for you

But the only difference I can show you is me

But when that was the biggest change that was needed will that be enough?

I’m not sure

But I do hope