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i love in numbers - measured and meticulous - i will not give more than what is asked of me - i was not taught how to
i can wrap my hand around yours and i wouldn't know what to do after - i wouldn't know i could bring it to my mouth and kiss it fervently
i see the world - finite and broken - i see it as me
i cry without reason and it bothers me
that i cannot measure or taxonomize my emotions into something ridiculously simple - i haven't found words that could ever describe what i feel
i print out colors in my head and my mouth will not spit it out
i put a finger into my throat and it would still not vomit out words i want to say -
there is so much i want to say and it bothers me so much.
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