My words

For the very first time
My words aren't good enough.
The words in my head escaped
And committed suicide.
I have nothing but a garbled mesh,
Left stuttering and trying to complete
A sentence.
I have wonderful images in my head
That I can't show you without speaking,
And it's killing me.
For the very first time I am at a loss.
I don't what to say
Or how to say it
Or even when to say it.
You sit there waiting,
Because you expect
Beautiful words,
To come from my lips
And it's not happening
So you become disappointed
And that's what really murders my heart.
I hate this I'm not used it,
For the very first time
In my very short life
I can't form
Something understandable
I can't even tell you to stop
When you turn your back to me
And walk away.