we are taught to use our words to explain how we feel

but however primitive that action may be 

i am incapable of doing so

around

you

there are so many things i wish i could tell you

there are so many words that i wish i could send through the air

with my voice wrapped around each sound

coaxing out a vowel

sharpening each consonanT

alas

the words come out wrong

you  may think jumbling would occur

but sometimes i wish it were so

jumbling may get my point across

but instead

i am harsh

i am sarcastic

a coat of snark is painted across each sentence

i can say exactly what i what to say

i’m in love with you

my heart actually breaks when you say things to me

please don’t stop 

i’m awful to myself when it comes to you

instead to communicate what i mean

i send

the rhythmic tapping of my finger, 

against 

your thigh

the shaking of my foot

near

your leg 

using the longing of my eyes

in 

in your direction 

but the tone does not match the act

my message is lost in a tangle of body language

my limbs, your limbs

they do not speak the same tongue

my tongue, your tongue

not intertwined 

instead 

with anothers

who has a similar dialect

 

i will learn to translate 

just for you