I wish I could tell her how much I love her
how much it grieves me to not touch her
how much I bleed inside for her;
how heavy my heart is without her.

I wish her poems were about me
her heart spilling rhyming couplets and prose in honor of me
the words pouring from her fingers like blood from an artery
her nights dream the sound of a heart beat coming from me.

I wish I could hold her
look into her eyes and see down into her soul
see feelings reflected like lasers off mirrors
feel her breath against my ears
her body clinging to mine.

If tears were razor blades,
my thoughts of you would have ended my pain