All I Could Be

If I was a better artist
I could write you the poem I have in me
It would bring years back to us
But I'm a bad poet
Stumbling over my own pen
Your silence is deafening
But I am frightened that your words are more dangerous
If I was a better storyteller I'd write that classic love story about two people
But my manuscripts are just a few pages in a notebook
Shoved in a drawer
Forgotten
This self imposed amnesia is failing me
If I was a better lover...
I wouldn't be so hard to love