I’m so sorry that I tend to run away,
It’s just that the right words never seem to come.
The ones that would win your heart or give you mine
Or open up my shuttered mind.

There’s no way to explain my thoughts
Ideas spinning wildly out of control
I agree and disagree and love and hate
And disappoint myself.

Your face still shows up in my dreams,
Your words still make me cry at night.
My heart still pounds when I pass you by
It aches when I leave.

These are the words that I wish that I could say.
I love you - flaws and confusion included.
I miss you, do you miss me too?
I wish I could understand this mess.