Sometimes
I don't have the words
To articulate
What I want to say
In that moment.
Don't let us
Get into an argument
Or have to have a discussion—
Because
That room
Will fall silent.
Not even my mind
Will have a thought;
My eyes
Will offer you
The blankest stare,
And my face
Will simply just be there.
You'll scream,
You'll fight,
But it'll all be by yourself.
My brain and soul
Exited stage left,
Leaving my body
To fend for itself.
It's not that I didn't have a lot to say,
Or nothing at all—
It's simply the delivery
That's swept me up:
The trauma
Of a child
Fighting for its innocence.
The love I have for you
Won't let me respond
Just any type of way;
But the anger I carry
Can cut you so fast—
They call my tongue
A butterfly blade.
So I choose my next move
As carefully
As I chose the day
To say I love you.
Because words cut
Deeper than any butterfly blade
Ever will,
And the love you had for me
Will leave you
Trying to figure out
Why,
When,
And how.
Because love isn't supposed to hurt—
Yet neither is
The tongue
Of your loved one.
