Scribbles

My penmanship

Is bad

Vulgar even

The words

Don't even look like words

Just little scribbles

On the white stripped page

That I've always dreaded

But behind the scribbles

On the horrid paper

Is meaning

Heart

Feelings

That you are the

Only one

I share them with

The scribbles hide the

Perplexity of my mind

That few see

And the

Feelings

I keep bottled up

To keep them safe

But

For some reason

You fell in love with my scribbles

And my mind

And feelings

And it amazed me

That someone so

Prodigious

Could find the meaning

And feelings

Behind these scribbles

Yet you did

And in that moment

I knew my scribbles on that paper

Would now be about

You