An Impromptu Love Poem

Whenever I tell people I love them, I feel like I don't have enough love in it.

I feel my lips trying to keep in the words, and if and when it does spill out, it just feels trite and sycophantic, as if out of obligation.

Though, I know, I never say I love you out of obligation.

For there are those I'm obliged to love who I don't.

But for those I do love, my vocalization of the love can never be enough.

I'd have to scream out my feelings for them to feel like enough.

Which is even more nonsensical and alienating than the odd exclamations of adoration I currently engage in.