languages.

we speak

when there is nothing to say

should language be

so free?

we create our own dialects

and fold words like paper

just to keep our mouths running

just to keep out tongues loose

expression...

my,

how frustrating it can be

so much so

that speaking

isn't nearly enough

at times

we must even act out

the roots of our personalities...

to show you

to tell you

how i feel

what i want

my desire to know

what you see

what you want

how you feel

no matter how overwhelming

it gets

we keep on

trying to distinguish

extinguish

relinquish

every moment

we don't want to be

alone

we don't want to feel

alone

even when we wish

to be left alone

we search for release

we use every channel

that our bodies will allow

with our eyes

our tongues

even our fists at times...
though,

my favorite,

is love.

although it hurts the most

and cuts deeper than any knife

ever could

i'll take the payoff

any and every time.

yes, i want your attention

yes, i want your affection

and yes, i will bare my soul

to get the purest embrace

possible

this does not frighten me

to give this to you

my...

vulnerability.

because the kiss i crave from you

is the sweetest

when i know

that it's as real

as it can be

your skin against mine

is warmest

when i know

it's as true

as i can make it.

so i will use

this language of mine

this language all my own

and if i should be so free

then i will,

regardless

of it's price,

it's cost,

it's toll,

continue.

because,

very simply,

you

and i

are worth it.