The small things

The small things my heart aches to pass on to you, yet you never comprehend.

The small things I ache to describe, but words fail me.

The small things you notice, but deliberately choose to pass over.

The small things you should know, yet never give me the chance to say.

The small things I ought to know, but you choose to hide.

The small things going on in my head that cannot possibly be uttered by my mouth.

The small things that I need to know but the big picture you choose to keep me involved in.

The small things that you make me feel, but are never enough.

The small things that make me see your potential but know you are not fully capable of.

The small things I deserve to feel but are not possible by you.

The small things you innocently say not knowing that it will be held against you.

The small things that sound so real but having them come out of you makes them hard to believe.

The small things you state that make me and the smaller things you ignore that break me. 

The small things I do that catch you off guard but know you won’t take seriously anyway. 

The small things you whisper in my ears that find its way to the voids in my heart, but are never true. 

The small things you carelessly hint that I make a big deal out of.

The small things that keep you winning at all times because you know my weak points.  

The small things you get away with because you know I will let it pass anyway.

The small things you keep mentioning but I don’t notice.

The small things I keep you involved in yet you choose to ignore.

The small things that set a fire in my heart and the smaller things that make my heart sink.  

The small things I laugh at just because you said them.

The small things that keep me on my tip toes yet you not at once noticed.  

The small things that make my heart flutter but you seem to overlook.

The small things you mix up that my mind misinterprets.  

The small things that should remind you of me yet you seem stupid enough not to relate.

The small things I should be hiding but the possessiveness I show instead.