"I love you," those three words Burst into my mouth and push against My lips like battering rams. The harder they push, the harder It becomes to resist saying them. During sex, accidentally letting Those three words slip isn't a bad thing. In fact, some would say that it's quite common And those three words are more due to, "hormones," and being in the moment. My past experiences proudly adhere to this fact, Because of incidences where I almost Sputtered the words to someone Who means almost nothing to me and Was able to halt my language in time. However, sitting next to you on the couch, Watching you talk about your favorite tv show, Or how your day at work was... If I almost let those three words slip then, What does that mean? "I love you," I want to say, And you catch me giving you that stupid smile, And you ask me, "why are you looking at me like that?" But before I can answer, "I love you," I put clap my hands over my lips and turn away. Because it's too much. It's too soon. It's too strong. What even is love? Is this genuine? The words are dancing on my tongue, Whenever I see how you smile, at anything really. It's not an idea, it's take a life form all of it's own And I am in the process of truly learning what this All means, so before I say, "I love you," I might just kiss your forehead, Bring you a cup of tea, Bury my head in your embrace, Stare at you when you're sleeping, And stutter when the words slip too quickly.