Because I don’t know why
Because you are taller than me?
Because your smile is crooked, but your eyes are bright?
I will probably hurt your feelings
Because I don’t know what else to say
And I don’t know what you want me to say
And I want to give you something
Because you deserve something
But I don’t know what
Or if I have it
That people give each other
you are better at talking..
That fall out smooth
I am better at writing..
In secret journals
Stored in dark rooms