I am not good with words
Whether it be written or spoken
Or anything in between
They get caught in my throat
Or lost in the breeze
I can't express myself
Through streams of strung syllables
Or intricately intertwined vowels
Aren't words just
Letters and elongated sounds, anyway?
What could possibly tumble from these numb lips
That could ever cover the miles
Of outstretched thoughts splayed like reaching fingertips
How could simple words possibly grasp
The sheer complexities of this mind?
This body
So instead, take a long look
Hold unwavering stares at what these broken limbs
And these swimming pools for irises
Look at what they tell you
Because sometimes this body
Can say more than what these lips ever could
