You tell me

You tell me,

no you ask me

for all the poems that I have written.

The truth is though,

I can't and I won't show you.

For all the poems I have ever written

or the amount of countless words I have jotted down,

they all pale in comparison

to who you are

and what you stand for.

They could never express

the beauty that you are.

The personality with whom youve become.

So yes while you tell me you want to see them,

I could never allow it,

because my words are unworthy for your eyes and my poems are unworthy for your mind.