Just for you..

Did you know
That I find it hard
Almost impossible
To write anything about you
Why is it that everytime
I finish writing
I read what I’ve written
And simply delete it?
Why?
Why can’t my fingers type
When I think of you?
Why do I keep staring
At the same old lines
For hours and hours?
Why is this so hard?
I know what I want to write
But I can’t, I simply can’t
It’s weird, my fingers used
To work faster than my mind
It was so easy
And now, you’re the only thing
I’ve got on my mind
But my fingers won’t respond
Am I asking for too much?
Is it because everytime I write
It doesn’t sound right?
It’s not enough?
There’s something missing?
Is it because I love you so much
That I can’t even explain it?
What am I lacking?
Why can’t a mere “I love you”
Work for me?
And once again
I read these lines
Shall I delete them, shall I not?
The only thing I know
Is that they’re not enough
But how am I supposed to do this
When the word I’m looking for
Doesn’t even exist
I don’t love you
It’s much more than that
And if it takes me millions of words to find
Exactly what I’m looking for
Then I´ll do that
Just for you..