Trite And Cliched


I try so hard
trying not to be trite,
to avoid cliches,
to be fresh
in the words
I put to paper -

I've learned it's an almost
impossible task.

Sometimes I want to say
I  love  you
in a way that just
blows your mind
puts chill bumps
up and down your spine,
elicits a smile
that spreads heat
to the core of your soul.

Sometimes I want you to know,
so badly,
it brings me to tears
because I've failed
to convey the depths
of my heart.

Sometimes I just want
to turn you inside out,
have you grasping
at the space between us,
have us merge
till you don't know
where you end,
and I begin.

Sometimes I want
you to feel,
what I feel,
through the words
from me
and the paper in your hand.

It's trite, I know,
so cliche,
but I don't know
any other way to say it . . .

I . . . love . . . you
I just love you -
that's all.
.
© wesley james beard, jr.
march 28, 2021