Apologetically Me Read Count : 67

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Communication is my weakest point,

You see, communication is the trembling of my knees the deeper my heart sinks for you,

The clattering of my bones like a precussion line against the bass of my heart, a love song my body has written for us only my soul can hear.

Communication is me standing in front of a class preparing to present myself like a project that I know still needs to be worked on, but you are the class and I am terribly unfinished.

I have to be honest, I am no love poet, no Shakesperian writer, but if I were I'd write about the ways I love you,

Like my first roller coaster ride and how my breathing effortlessly aligned with the speed of the carts.

Or like the one time I stood on the edge of a cliff, nerves racing against my mind and jumped into an ocean of euphoric relief,

you are my ocean.

I'd write about how I want to be all of your ex's stunt woman and do what they were not brave enough to do themselves, like love you right.

I'm far from a love poet and even further from a great speaker. I'm no Michelle Obama, no Eleanor Roosevelt, my words and tone always fail me.

Communication is my weakest point.

You see, communication is the drowning of my heart that becomes frustrated because I was taught sadness is for the weak and anger for the brave.

I have to be honest, I am no love poet. But if I were, if I were a love poet, I'd write about how sorry I am, I'd write about what you mean to me, I'd write about the ways I love you.

But I am no graceful love poet, and my communication painfully weak, all I can say is I'm apologetically me.

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  • Nov 28, 2018

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