Just because I write, does not mean that I am good with my words. With you, I choose my words carefully, thinking over what I want to say and slowly letting it tumble out of my mouth. With you, my heart feels like a caged bird, suddenly set free only to come back and perch on your shoulder. With you, the right words, the magic words, fail me and I spew lovesick nonsense. Without you, your name is a prayer upon my lips, and I crave your touch, your presence, the sound of your voice. Without you, my thoughts are coherent, in order, and my words perfectly pronounced and my sentences beautifully executed. With you, my thoughts are scrambled, askew, and I speak as though drunk on your essence, your presence.
Just because I write, does not mean that I am good with my words.
Just because I write, does not mean that I am good with my words.