Tuesday, May 10, 2016

I Don't Know How

I don't know how to tell you this
Your smile melts my heart like chocolate
Someone forgot was in their pocket
On a warm afternoon
Oh man, that sounded awful
Let me try again
Your laugh reminds me of that time I had to take pain medication
And everything was just so funny and happy and great
Wow, now I sound like a drug addict
Why is this so hard
Why can't I tell you how I feel
I just don't know
It's so hard to open up now
These used to come easy to me
But it felt scripted
It's harder to think of compliments
When every time you tried complimenting others
They shot you down like a WWII plane
And now I sound like a nerd
This is not going the way I intended
Everything seems to be getting confusing
I can't think straight when I'm around you
It's so hard to say something witty or romantic
Because I fade into the background so easily
It might not even be heard
I think about you all the time
Great, now I'm a crazy stalker
You are making this way too difficult
Why can't I do this
I don't know how
Wait...
I have an idea
Here it goes
All of these other compliments are awful
They're nothing like a Shakespearean sonnet
Filled with romance and beauty
I compared my heart to gross, sticky chocolate
And we all know how bad that sounds
I'm beginning to think that the reason this is so hard
Is because it's impossible to find words to describe how marvelous you truly are
I think the world needs new words just to describe you
All of these cliches don't mean a thing
When they only scrape the surface of the masterpiece that is you
One day a word will be created to describe you
Describe the way your hair shines in the sun
The way your smile shines brighter than that sun
Or the way your soul warms mine like the sun
Wow, I used the sun a lot in those few lines
But for now
Since that word doesn't exist yet
And I don't know how to create that word
I'll just use the word that I think is closest
To describing you
Extraordinary

1 comment:

  1. This is a neat line:
    "All of these cliches don't mean a thing
    When they only scrape the surface of the masterpiece that is you..."
    I laughed out loud in a couple of spots (literally). I love the inner dialogue you created.

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