I love you

Sitting down in a silent, secluded room thinking how I can describe our love.
Pen hitting paper in a harsh, unforgiving manner reluctant to comply,
Forced similes and metaphors weren’t meant this way.
I love you.

Reflecting back on our inside jokes, the secretive stories til two in the morning.
No amount of creative imagery can paint a picture of the joy I felt,
When you first said you liked me back.
I love you.

Smiling back at moments of pure bliss, laying on the grass verge by the riverside,
Watching the world go by in comfortable stillness,
Why is language needed now?
I love you.

Promising strongly that no matter what, my battered heart would forever be yours,
Persistent use of this repetition hung around like bad breath,
When you couldn’t return the favour.
I love you.

Crying over that sombre summer’s morning when you delivered your deadly sting,
Craving a life of sonnets, soliloquies and superlatives,
That I simply couldn’t offer.
I love you.

Sitting down in a silent, secluded room thinking how I can describe my broken heart.
Pen trembling softly in hand, overwhelmed by the memories.
Forced similes and metaphors just hurt this way,
I loved you.