I Tried to Tell You, I Love You

don't ask me how much. 
don't ask me to quantify or qualify, 
justify my enunciation of each syllable. 

numbers are lazy, unskilled snapshots. 
they're surface level and powerless, 
meaningless without contextualization. 

I write for you, I don't always want to but
please listen ~ I write for you. 
it's the only honest way I can describe it. 

I miss you, and it's more than I want to, 
because I want to not miss you at all. 
I want annoyances and laughter and 
frustration and the depths of your eyes
permanently imprinted behind my eyelids. 

so don't ask me how much, ask me 
better questions like why and when, 
don't ask me how much because I 
have no interest in quantifying what
deserves the prettiest of words to explain. 

I'm Here

cotton candy skies, 
and monochrome storms, as well,
are moments in time.