My Lips Insinuate

I'm being trite when I say
I'm emotional unavailable
I'm making light when I say
I'm truthful all the time

I'm a thousand things at once
When I tell you I'm accepting
I'm nothing all at one time
When I'm saying your beyond

I'm tense and overwrought when I say
Maybe next time is it
I'm light and carefree when I tell you
What your gentle beauty does to me

There is so much underneath
All that my lips insinuate
There is so much underlying
All that my mouth conveys

You're filling in those spaces
You're beginning to comprehend
What I say means one thing
What I intend you must understand

While this thrills me beyond comprehension
It unnerves me above all else
Where can I hide if not behind discourse?
How will I lie in wait if not behind rapport?

Its never easy when the web you're
Spinning suddenly loses its thrill
My verbal cocoon of safety is shattered
My utterances no longer comfort me