Words aren’t enough to tell you how I feel.
- My favorite poet (he's not exactly famous), Michael Dean Dumeir
I want to let you know that my love is for real.
I open my mouth but meaningless words come out.
All these emotions and locked words make me want to shout.
I just want to tell you how much you mean to me.
But nothing is good enough, can’t you see?
I could write poem after poem and it wouldn’t be enough.
I never knew that love would be so rough.
Babe, can’t you see what I’m trying to say?
Probably not because this isn’t easy to convey.
I could say “I love you” but what does that really mean?
Does “I love you” mean anything to a teen?
Those 3 words get tossed so carelessly about.
You say you know how I feel but sometimes I doubt.
I sat at the piano and I wrote you a song.
But even through music, it still seems so wrong.
The words and music just don’t come out right.
So maybe I’ll try to write another poem tonight.
Grab my notebook and pick up a pen.
Damn it! I failed once again.
Do me a favor and look at the stars.
Then look at my wrists and look at my scars.
The stars are to remind you that I’m always there.
And the scars are proof that I really do care.
I’m sorry, love, but I don’t know what else to do.
So I’m just going to say that I love you…