This Much

This much
I could only talk with my pen.
For when I open my mouth
No words are spoken,
Rather they remain in my thoughts
And dwell in it.

For when I look at you,
No words can be formed
Nor do my actions seem right.
It's as if you've stolen a part of me
And it's called sanity

And here I came to be,
Weirdly standing still
Trying to form words,
That will not reveal what I feel.
In the end
I can only stare at you
This much...

- Sep 15, 2022