I don’t know how to love you.

I don’t know how to fucking love you. 

I can say it, and that seems to get the message across. But all the rest of my love just falls flat. Pisses you off, even. You don’t want me to care about your things. You don’t want me to offer help. I get in the way. My presence annoys. 

I can say it, but I don’t know how to live it. 

I guess it’s enough for you that I am here, with you. You don’t want or need me to express it much. 

But, I need to express it. How else do I connect what I feel to you?

Maybe I’ll just keep writing it here, where you’ll never see it.