I wish I spoke the way I wrote
the way I thought
the way letters form into words inside my brain
for in my mind, one would find I am
obsessive
loud
with a maddening hunger to fill the very silence that surrounds me
I would speak the most vivacious speeches
I'd suffocate you with my words
I'd talk you out of the nervous breakdown
soothe away every insecurity
I would hold you tight with the weight of my words
manuscripts spiraling out of my brain
falling out into nothing
I'd speak
I'd talk so much about you
a lot more than I should
I would annoy those with my incessant noise
but I wouldn't care
because finally
FINALLY
I would be able to speak
and it would be about you
my favorite subject to write about
the theme of my recurring dreams
the very air that I breathe
