How can people know you and not love you?

How do the girls in your life not notice your beauty?

They don’t know that they have something I’d give everything to have

Is it because you and I have so much in common that they don’t?

When I talk to you, I can tell you anything

And somehow I have to hold everything back

You tell me to write for it is what I love

But you are also what I love

I put pen to page or fingers to keys

And the words might come but they don’t flow

They’re merely thoughts, feelings pouring out

You have infiltrated my very being and I can’t let you go

Without you I would truly have nothing

You’re the only one who understands, who encourages, who accepts

The things I do, the things I think, who I am

My pen is running out of ink

The tears have stopped

I think I can talk to you again