Apologetically Me

Communication is my weakest point.

You see, communication is the trembling of my knees the deeper my heart sinks for you,

The clattering of my bones like a percussion line against the bass of my heart,

A love song my body has written only my soul can hear.

Communication is me standing in front of a class preparing to present myself like a project that I know has more work to be done, you are the class and I am terribly unfinished.

I have to be honest I am no Shakesperian writer, but if I were I'd write about the ways I love you,

Like my first roller coaster ride, my breath effortlessly aligning with the speed of the carts.

Or the terrifying moment I stood on the edge of a cliff, nerves racing against my mind while jumping into an ocean of euphoric relief.

I'd write about, how unlike your ex’s, I am not married to Fear, I am brave enough to love you.

You see, communication is the drowning of my heart that becomes frustrated because I was taught sadness is for the weak and anger for the brave.

Communication is warfare between my tongue and mind because I rarely think before I speak,

The stuttering of my spirit’s thoughts because it does not have the confidence to place the words upon my lips,

I'm no Michelle, no Eleanor, my words at times self-vandalize.

I have to be honest, I am no Shakespeare,

But if I were I'd write about the countless ways I love you.

Perhaps for now all I can say is, I'm apologetically me.