and if i could
i would put it more beautifully, i would
it is not that i do not want to
i really do
but i really can no longer write about love
the way i used to
the way i used to feel
the way i used to feel about
the way i used to feel about it

i read your words
perhaps all you have done is
stolen it from me
but i envy your words

i read them
i re-read them
i re-re-read them
i stutter

and if i could
i would
believe me
i would put it more poetically, i would