Usually

I'm usually good with words,
I can make sentences and stuff,
which are normally quite nice,
pleasant, even.

I can piece them together,
somewhat eloquently, forming
paragraphs that resemble
that satisfying Monday morning coffee.

Or the feel of Friday nights,
knowing you get to lay in,
the scent of salty waves,
after a polluted, crowded city.

Witnessing a shooting star,
or a tasty bacon bagel.
The rush of adrenaline
awaiting the band at a gig.

But, now, you've stolen my words
and also my heart,
I can't express my feelings
my vocabulary, torn apart.

I'm usually good with words,
but silence will make do,
it's not just the words,
but the pauses too.

Pause

(I love you)