I wanted to tell you that I love you but the words don’t fit,

and I wish how I wish that with you I could sit,

we’d talk about the weather and mundane things like the birds that flit,

and we’d stay there enjoying the solitude of two people until the sun in the sky became just a slit,

instead somethings a miss, there is distance and kiss,

I fight the thought of bliss,

I’m mean this just ain’t right,

and thoughts are constricting me kinda tight,

part of me is fading from the light,

fuck it all these thoughts good night…x.