Baby it doesn’t matter how you edit this

I’m misspelled on the inside

My punctuation is perpetuated in my lungs

And leaves me pausing at strange intervals

When I tell you accidentally that I love you

I mean

I reach for the red pen and try and rework

I love…your eyes, your smile, your hands on my face

Read it back to me

I’m a dictionary of nuance and meaning

Lacking in etymology and precision

I use my words in wide strokes and twist them

Into whatever beauty I can bring out

There is so much more meaning

In tumbling language out like children down a hill

Like the sudden swell of the sea

You can’t edit me 

~Me