Mute

With all my lyrical prowess, this amazing ability to craft words into poetic prose, I should be able to speak my mind better. When it comes to articulating ideas and emotions that I have never felt, people tell me I have no match, but when it comes time to use words to save something I care about, they fail me utterly, twisting into phrases I never meant to say. My well of perfect words becomes poisoned, everything I say is the wrong thing. But is there any way that this problem can be understood? No, it seems not. They see my proficiency in my literary persuits and assume that I always have control over my words. But even now as I try to explain my stuttering, hoping that you will understand, my words are twisted, backwards, broken. When describing a dream with an unseen copmpanion, I can paint a beautiful picture in your mind of events that never really transpired. But when fact to face I try to tell you how much you mean to me, how much I love you, I become painfully mute, and seemingly insensitive to you. I do love you, but I can't tell you how much or why. I can tell you in vivid detail about visiting Indian palaces together, or making love deep in a medieval forest on a bed of ivy, but please don't ask me about my love for you. Please don't question me, my emotions, my motives. The answer you hear may come out all wrong.