I wrote this a while ago...just barely came across it again.

I guess I’m just being honest.

It’s something I’m ashamed of

At times

I blame the world

Both for my honesty and shame

When I say your voice is not enough

It’s because I want the wind that vibrates your vocal cords.

We used to share that.

Just before the moment you told me you loved me I was so lost in you

I had left all of your words as mere mumblings

Because they were external of you.

I was in awe.

I remember the way you looked as I was lying on your bed next to you.

I remember the way you moved your hands and mouth

You spoke with your soul. I loved that.

I love that.