I love you

This is a poem I wrote for my girlfriend.

I know I've said this way too much

I' m sorry if I stripped it of it's meaning when it was repeated.

But I still feel like it can't be, you know,  oversaid.

"I love you."

I'm sorry if I can't find another way to say it,

But I dunno if I can break it down to explain---

these feelings that surpass all the cliches.

Words can't explain the nervousness I experienced

when our hands touched for the first time,

how in my heart a couple of beats were skipped.

I always say my infatuations make me stupid, and how they're so naive,

but only until your arm rests on my shoulders

and breaks my walls, leaving  me weak in the knees.

I know I can be so cold towards you at times,

but only because I try to conceal my feelings of longing.

I feel independent until you tell me--sorry if I say it again-- that you love me.

It's just that my yearning for you, if acknowledged, makes me feel inferior.

And then my insecurities melted in your hand, 

as these words slowly reduced something vital to me- 

my cold, hard exterior.

And all I can say is, "I love you."