I picked up a pen and paper today
And stared at it awhile,
Wondering if the words I wrote
Could form you on this page.

I looked into the mirror today and
Tried to see what you do,
Said a few words and only half-cringed,
Which I guess is an improvement.

I laid upon my bed today and
Wrote about this week,
Nearly crumpled up the page until
I realized I’d be crumpling you.

(I wonder if you realize that
Every single word was true.)

I cried myself to sleep today
Over all these stupid reasons,
Like tickle fights or whipped cream kisses and
Rings encased in plastic.

But you’ve never give up the fight,
Just keep on doing the doggie paddle
(We were both too panicked to think of the breast stroke.)
And when we come to shore we’ll share our breaths
And wrap up in these blankets.

I showed her the poem I wrote for you
Simply because she asked.
I say I owe her so many things,
But maybe I just owe her the truth.

I walked around in circles today and
Nearly bit my lip to shreds,
Wanting to get out these words and
Somehow knowing they weren’t coming.

I want to write you an epic,
Sweep you off your feet and
Carry you home,
Caress you in eloquence and
Show you that you matter.

(Because you really are my world.)