Maybe I wasn't clear enough.
Writing something stupendous
for you won't be a problem.
Could be disaster though.
You looking at me bewilders my senses,
Filled with goosebumps, your tears
Tear my chest apart, breaking my heart.
I could write a whole lot of new stories,
Long ones, even this poem.
Don't feel the words I don't write for you,
I was drunk then.
I could write to the stars and back,
Stars are far, you know.
Maybe I didn't say to more,
It won't be colossal for me.
Without you. Yes.