I'm not so good with spoken words.
I'm not so good with spoken words, they tumble from my mouth like stones.
One glance at your face and like a steel trap my throat closes, cutting off the flow of air.
The touch of your fingers sends clouds into my head and butterflies into my chest, it's just not fair.
I'm not so good with spoken words, so I find other ways.
I leave notes in your wallet, scrawled in my chicken scratch.
A kiss when you're stressed even though you don't like it, a way to say I'm here.
A home cooked meal, Sweet cookies, even sharing my favorite snacks which is hard for a goblin like me.
I'm not so good with spoken words, so I find even more ways to say them.
I share my love of puns, laughing even as you shake your head.
The soft bump of my back against yours after I get in bed after a night at work, a wordless "I'm home. I missed you.".
Sometimes I wonder if you catch all the ways I say it. But then sometimes I know you catch every single one.
I'm not so good with spoken words, I trip over them worse than I trip over my own feet.
The feeling you laced into my heart, no my very being, is something I both love and hate.I am amazed at the warmth I feel when I even hear your name, the way your voice sends fire through my veins.
But I hate the way I lose my train of thought when I see you, how many times I find myself distracted by your goofy smile and amazing laugh. But I don't really hate it. I love it more than anything. I love you more than anything.
I'm not so good with spoken words, so I guess I'm going to have to keep saying it wordlessly until I learn to speak.
