I was confident in my words,

My dialect,

My language.

“When was the last time you were inspired?”

I think long and hard but nothing stands out.

There's nothings piled on nothings,

And I look into my girlfriends eyes.

I think “warmth”

But I hope for “brilliance.”

My language is broken,

Broken up by stutters,

Broken by uncertainty,

Broken down by the indecisiveness.

There's times I get so discouraged I know nothing else to do but walk away.

Over and over again I see myself igniting my own flame.

She asks me-

“How many times does it take for you to learn,

that playing with fire always ends with one of us getting burned?”

I sit speechless.

Taken back by sincerity.

I wish she could know how hard I try.

I try.

Sometimes I wish this could last forever,

Other times I wish she could just hear me.