I am unable to read you
Like the books piling on my shelf
You are overflowing with so many beautiful things
I’m struggling to put it into words
and I am speechless on why you are the way that you are

  You are the one book that still lay upon my shelf
  Untouched, not read, put away for another time
  I do not understand
  The actions that you do,
  the words that spew out of your mouth
  as if a never ending cycle
  You’re a broken tape recorder
  that repeats, and repeats, and repeats
  You spread across your passionate words and articulate sentences
  so effortlessly that you have no idea what you’re doing to me

You live in my 3AM thoughts