AM

I'm not good
I'm not even good at writing
writing poems
but
the music slowly gets
slowly gets louder
Louder.
Also my thoughts
They also get louder
because memories know
memories know how to scream
You, you.
yes
I haven't met
I haven't met you yet
but, love
Love, I miss you.
And I
I crave your touch
your kiss
your love.
Because I'm not
Not good at showing
Showing feelings
but, babe, you
you
You make me want to
You make me want to scream out
all of my thoughts.
And, no
I'm just
I'm just going crazy.
And, babe,
yes
I know
We haven't met
But I
I already cried your lost