the non cliche

i can't.

In creative writing class

We’re told

Never to use

Words

Like

                Pain, anger, sleep, desire, or

                      Love.

They are too much

                Too common

                Too overused

So I will try to explain my feelings

For you

Without using pain or love.

Or any of the above.

When I see those three words

Pop up on the screen, accompanied by that annoying

Little

Noise

You just love to make, or make because you know it annoys me.

                And you just love to annoy me.

My hands shake.

I feel as though

Something has inserted

Itself

Into my chest cavity

And it wants out.

But my ribs are stronger.

They are tougher.

And despite how much I want

                To let that little thing burst out of my bones like a victory note from a first chair silver trumpet.

It’s not strong enough.

It’s not wrong enough.

It must belong if it can’t break

 free.

It must be a part of me.

A part that can’t be free.

A part that needs and wants and breaths and sees

That you

Need me

Like i

Need you

But you

Can’t see

Either of those factors

And I don’t quite understand

Why one plus one equals two

Or why the chicken came before the egg

                Or vice versa

But I know that I’d do everything

                In my power

To be with you

So I could hear those words

Spoken from your lips

Instead of seeing them on this flat and simple screen

                So impersonal

                So less than unique.

How many times have those words come from your lips?

And how many times were they not for me?

How many times did you mean them?

And how many times were you just following suit?

You say you could never love or be loved

                Because it is yourself you must first love.

But I adore every little thing about you.

Every single noise.

The fact that your mind works more like a boys.

The way you hold your guitar

                And you claim you can’t sing.

if you only knew that your voice is like music to my ears.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

Every

Little

Thing.

Oops, I’ve gone cliché.

You know what?

I don’t even care.

If there are any words that could describe how i

                Feel

They shouldn’t even exist.

They shouldn’t even exist.