Some days the words come easy

I love you, I need you, don't go

I can perfectly express myself

By the words that flow between my lips

And then I’m lost

A jumbled heap of messy words

Stumbling over each other in their desperate rush to escape

To slip past my clenched teeth and baited breath

Trying unsuccessfully to hold them at bay

Until they become organized, coherent, together

Something resembling cohesive

No matter the delivery

The intention remains the same

Love, desire, adoration

I love you, I need you, don’t go

I hate you, you hurt me, please leave

I love you, I hate you, don’t go