Word Vomit

My life is words-

never at a loss.

That is;

until you.

Fumbling my words-

that is utterly absurd.

Utter and mumble,

I'm completely flustered.

You've captured my tongue,

leaving me numb.

Numb, as in: 

captivated-infatuated-dumb

I'm closed.

You see through me.

Preoccupied in other things;

avoid real feeling.

Look you in the eyes?

No, to revealing.

Blindness and doubt keep me from jumping.

Your smile is hopeful-perfect-tempting.

Move slow;

your movement is too inviting.

You've got me hooked, 

without even casting a look.

Keep it shallow;

I'm emotionally fasting.

Don't get serious-

I just need your fix.

"Friends?", I say.

Good, this will last another day.