Hearts Appeal Poem by James Meaney

And the grayish white paper
Turns it's stare upon me now
Demanding to be filled with tampered words
Smeared with images of you
In which I couldn't if I could
This ink doesn't do you justice
& I as a Kid I feel claustrophobic
By your beauty and calmness
But it’s all so cliched
You are like no other
I sit & write poems of slop in my head
But have been damned by your brilliance
& stare blankly at the paper instead
I find it hard to think of you
And then put it down in black & blue
Without scribbling one sentence nothings
That make me sound like I'm huffing & puffing
Gasping for last minute punches like I'm boxing
& this poem is just a plagiarism of how i feel.
A sloppy thought of my hearts appeal
To get you to notice Why I love you.