I could tell you a lot of things, tell you a whole lot of different stories.
I could write an endless poem for you,
a never ending novel, an epic and maybe dedicate a book that could compare to all the pages of books combined.
Yet I do not.
I'd rather stay silent or give you bits and pieces of myself than give you empty words and soulless lies.
I'd rather trap my words in my mouth than let it flow on paper because dedicating something for you would never be worth it.
Yet here I am anyways,
writing empty words to mirror the emptiness of my heart.