takin the scenic route

I stumble over metaphors
b/c language isn’t enough for you
and silence is too much
but I should probably say…
I’m spillin out all over the place
all tangled up in half formed thoughts
draggin my feelins thru the dirt
to try to make them look like poetry
so I can hand them to you
like they’re detour signs
hopin you can look beyond the wreckage
hopin you can see where I crashed
and didn’t say a word
when it slips past you
like I meant it to
I offer you a crooked smile
a compliment on your eyes
and tell you a story
bout the time I almost drowned
if you ask me what I mean
I just say that I’m tired
not in a bad way
just the kind that comes
from thinkin too much bout someone
who I’m not really sure
that I’m allowed to miss
your presence rattles somethin in me
somethin I didn’t know was loose
a quiet
a shake
a pull
that I pretend not to notice
I hide in almosts
almost truths
almost feelins
almost…no
these words beg to be spoken
but I bite down til they bleed
I move it thru music
disguise it in lines
 try to cover the wantin
 with somethin that doesn’t speak so loud  
when it takes a breath of air
and I know
I’ll get there eventually
but for now…
I’m takin the scenic route