melted

until we are untold

all of the things i say to you. beat. i wrote a whole vignette about our interpersonal dialect. a vernacular all our own, centered around love but never using the word to describe it. the words i use to describe you are unclear at times. you don't know much about pop culture so i hide away in dated references where the fact of us dating seems less factual than hypothetical. cowardly, i hypothesize about what you will say next as i await a new message, bedridden, lovesick.
the things you say to me. arrows turn to bullets turn to trebuchets and catapults aimed directly at my heart. you, stoic, in command, lead this waltz. i follow in your footsteps, unsure why you think that i am the one that makes all the advances. your moves are made resembling chess instead of a dance. i am showy while you are tactical. i shuffle my feet, attempting to stay balanced when you show little more than a smile.
so call me the penn to your teller, the tom to your jerry, the love of your life but please have mercy on me. for my dear, when words like "cute" and "sweet" fall from those lips of yours all i can think of is lollipops to shut you up. words to shove in your face so you can't see mine. i am undone by your phrasing, more astounding than any aria. the ribbons i pull myself together in fall apart when you mention that i look stunning and nothing more.
the day i resign to the fact that i have fallen in love with you beyond your words is the day i fall into your arms. catch me and hold me close, for i need you more than i could ever bear to express. until we stop telling ourselves what this is, what we are, what you mean to me, until you are untold in shadows and nameless wordless silence, there are thesauruses locked inside our eyes. peruse as you wish.