There are a thousand cliches
I could tell you.
Not the least of which
is how much I love you
I could tell you how I lie awake at night,
turning the shadows of my ceiling
into your face
I could tell you how
the very thought of you
makes my heart beat faster
Or how I can't stop thinking about you
Or how when you're not standing next to me
My heart hurts more than you can ever know
There are a thousand things I could tell you
But I'm not one for cliches
So I won't ever tell you
how much I love you
I will just smile and nod
and die inside a little more
every moment that you are not mine.
