My fingertips are aching to spill across paper.
It's almost as if I'm going through some inner fight,
And the only way to stop this war is to blurt out words.
But as the tears I've kept hidden for so long become alive, the letters become blurred.

The ink is spreading out the words that I would've said.
I know it's too late, but I wish I would have said it sooner.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
It's the only way I can tell you so.

If only I could speak to you with a matter of words.
If only that were the case I think there'd be a chance of you and me.
I'm trying to resist from letting my fingers touch the pen.
'Cause I don't want you to know that you're my weakness.

Don't defeat me in a war against myself.
You're interfering with conversations I once had with myself.
The words write themselves neatly on lines.
I'm afraid to tell you how I feel.

Written: 18/11/15-26/01/16