it's all meaningless
words
and phrases
that make no sense
once I read them over
and over
and over
again.
nothing is good enough
to truly tell my tale of [possibly, yet hopefully not] unrequited love
tonight.
this morning, moreso,
as I once again lie in my bed
awake
eyes wide shut
with nothing but the
picture
of you burned
deep and sizzling
into the innermost crevices of my soul.
I can't stand you.
I can't stand [being without] you.
If love could travel distances unknown
I would simply tell you my thoughts
and make you my own.


...but who's to say that this love
is anything more than an infatuation?
[I'm to say.]