I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning

Anything can sound silly
death threats from the weak
and admissions of love
from sociopaths
the height of hilarity
a squeaky voice
will do a good job
at stealing the strength
of any sentence.

Why is it that spoken word holds more weight
than written word?

If I threatened to tear you limb from limb, you'd be more terrified than if I left that note at your door.

The words would ring in your ears until your mind fell apart...

I know you're here.

But have you faded far enough
that your ears and eyes can't
hear me?

Hi.

Not a girl, just a ghost in the mirror
a sad little being who can't be seen clearer
wisping and watching she quietly waits
for life beyond the rippled glass, oh

Sometimes I forget to have courage.

It takes lots of strength to forget.

But then I wonder how I ended up
with enough courage to
be who I am
and not scare off the one person
I want most.

That kind of courage, to me,
is pure beauty.

And I'm so glad that I
was able to have it
at least once.

How can I tell someone how to feel
When sometimes I wonder if I've forgotten
How to feel anything myself?

Enlighten me.

The learning is with the entwining of fingertips
Of two pairs of hands that desperately need
To learn a lesson about who they are and
What it is they have to contribute to the world.

That, I believe, is the one and only magic
Remedy that even then can still fail...

It just makes you wonder
If the hands you wish to be holding
Are really even there.

Take mine for example-
Maybe I'm not as outward about my
Condition as I should be, but
How do you know that I'm not
Fading faster than you are?