So it is

In your words I hear despair, not from you, but my own to bare. I try to keep these shouts inside but suppressing them is like a lie. Enough of the poetry. I thought of a nice long poem last night that started like this, but I was too tired to get up and get back on the computer to write it out. Always when I lay down is when the thoughts run most. Drifting into my head as the day comes to close. I wonder sometimes what it is about you that has me like this, but I know what it is, it's everything. Your face your hair your gaze your stare, your laugh your smile, all the images I keep in mind. The way I have to consistently look up words to know what exactly you are saying. Anyway, there isn't a thing you could do to make me stop thinking these things. You are you and that is why I feel how I do. I do wonder if. You can finish that sentence however you want. If you want. Further attempts to.... Bye for now. Got thoughts.