inarticulate.

hey.

that's what we are. just "hey."

and with a "hey," i take your hand, and you and i become us.

it's simple, really.

your heart is my home,

the home i don't want to leave when i grow up and go to college.

i am sorry.

i am sorry for letting you fall in love with me.

but when you first held me in your arms,

i wanted to cry because it felt too right,

and i wasn't ready for that.

why is it so impossible to say the words to your face?

we say we know it, we say we don't need to say it,

we say that every smile and action expresses it more eloquently than words do,

implicit and understood, i'm willing to throw my faith in that

but maybe, just maybe, we have to know we mean it before the words pass our lips.

you deserve so much more than hesitant footsteps and the quietude

of a girl you'll never quite feel like you will truly know,

only because i can never articulate my thoughts when i try.

i want to tell you i love you,

i want to tell you i do, i do, i do

but every time i start to think it,

a voice in my head mutters that i don't know what the fuck love is.

it's true and yet

what i do know is that i can't imagine it with anyone else.

you know that i love you, i do, i do, i do,

if i can speak the truth.