Enough

When is enough too much..
And too much enough?
Fine lines blurred into confusion.
Feelings out of control.
Thoughts like whirlwinds.
Words don't flow through the mouth.
Anger builds up.
Frustration overflows.
Volcano erupts.

Never been good with emotion
Never shown feelings
Never expressed thoughts
Build up inside me
Confuse me more
Frustrate me more
Love me more.
Somedays I attempt to explain
but others I'd rather not.
I'd prefer to fake a smile
and change the subject.
Dodge the questions.
Kiss me and shut up.
I will never say what you want.
Don't wait for the right words to come from these lips,
These lips you love to kiss.
What are you waiting for?
Quit asking me to explain.
It won't happen.
I'm a mess,
I'm a wreck.
I'm an open book,
I'm a lost cause.
I'm crazy, I'm sane.
Read my expressions, they'll tell more than my mouth.
Analyze my smile, my eyes.
Know my gestures, know my laughs.
Know my touch, know my kiss.
Because that's how I express.
Words don't do me justice.
Words get mispronounced,
misunderstood, mistaken,
misquoted, misread.
You can lie with your mouth,
but not your eyes.

Read me.