sjsprWriting

If I had a pencil and a blank sheet of paper,

I would write as small as possible

so I could fit the million ways I could think of

to tell you "I love you."

I would tell you

in every language there's ever been;

I would tell you

in doodles on the corners of the page;

I would tell you

in the hearts on all my i's;

I would tell you

in so many ways

under margins not that big a size. 

Ironic to be restricted

under 8.5x11 inches

to tell you "I love you" as much as I can

because, in real life,

our love is boundless

and it reaches the tips of my fingers

still smelling like you when you leave.

It reaches my neck

still bruised from that last hickie you gave me.

It reaches my soul

still aching from that last time I saw you.

Ironic because I can write a million ways

to show you how I love you,

but that's not enough

compared to the infinite ways

that I actually do.