if you could read my mind

perhaps things seem clumsy
because i'm a fool to begin with:
to think that letters on page
(strung in whatever order they may be)
could capture what I can't even say in the narrows of my mind

things I can't even realize to try to say
and i try to say to say try say to say things but they say the things are
awkward. (it makes sense to me)

things i overtumblestumbleover
when i see you. (and when i don't)

things you'll never know,
even if you read my mind.

(don't worry)
(they are happy things)