I wish I could write you in words,
and share you on paper,
but then your wonder would cease to be,
I wish you were larger than life,
so all the world could see exactly why your eyes entrance me.

I wish I could know why my heart,
rips at my chest,
with tiny hands of fury towards love,
all the words that were never said,
all the love poems gone unread.

I don't want to appear too cracked,
so just underneath the surface,
I am broken,
you saw right through all I lacked,
tell me, was I worth the work?