THREE WORDS SWIRL ON THE TIP
OF MY TONGUE LIKE A TORNADO
I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW YOUR
VOICE MAKES ME STRONG
HOW EVERY TIME YOU SAY MY NAME INSTEAD
OF BUTTERFLIES I FEEL LIGHTNING BOLTS
AND HOW YOUR ARMS FEEL MORE LIKE HOME
THAN ANY HOUSE I HAVE EVER LIVED IN
BUT THE CYCLONE IN MY THROAT
WILL NOT LET ME COMMUNICATE
THEY SAY THE EYES OF STORMS
ARE THE CALMEST
YET YOUR EYES ERUPT THE MOST
VICIOUS OF HURRICANES INSIDE ME
I WANT TO CONFESS THESE THINGS TO YOU
BUT THERE IS TOO MUCH WATER IN MY LUNGS