if i could take a picture and have you understand what i mean, there’d be no reason to use words. but there’s no way to explain this besides words. 
yet there’ll never be enough words to describe the feelings i feel, get the points across that i want to get across.
only experience can explain these things to you in even the most minute manner, because without being me, there’s no way you could even completely begin to understand how i feel.  

see, i always start to write you a poem. i think i’ve started three so far. one that could completely dictate the manner in which i feel about you. but i was never one to be blessed with words, so phrases come to me. short little phrases, things that i know i could make into a bigger, more beautiful piece. but this isn’t as simple as photography, i can’t just position the props and well, create the piece. no, this is a lot more difficult, the words have to flow into perfect equilibrium. since i can’t get it to flow right i begin to give up. because i don’t know that i’m capable of creating something that could perfectly dictate the way i feel, or sound beautiful enough to even begin to encompass the array of colors that mask themselves as feelings in my body when i think of you. 

i get short, thoughtful little things like, “my heart starts to fall apart when your lips part”, and along with the fact that i hate double rhyming, thoughtful and short are hardly the two things that come to mind when i think about the extremely amazing things that go on in my soul when i think of you. it’s hard, is what i’m getting to. it’s hard to take the images, sounds, thoughts, words, sights, feelings, reasoning and overall utter perfection of you and turn it into an art piece that is so limited by the english language. maybe there aren’t enough adjectives, verbs, pronouns, nouns, or even sentence types to completely, elaborately take every piece of you and put you on paper. 

i’ll probably abandon that project.