Is this enough?

Nothing is forming.
Nothing sticks.
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
whispers, mumbles, jumbles
in the back of my brain
"Not the right venue"
rasps in the front

I wrote a blog
about how much I love my boyfriend
published
for three to five minutes
then deleted it

well...
took a picture first
just in case I changed my mind

I was too scared
or it didn't feel right
to have that out there
a part of this mess
too private
even for what I'm doing here

I will not rape what we have
so that I can feel like he knows it
shouting from rooftops is unnecessary
when real love exists

just truth
honesty
a glance from across the room
shared eye contact

he knows
you know

Matt

I wouldn't say my life began
when I met you
but I'd certainly say
it began to make sense.