Put it on paper

You know it and I know it.

But none of us translate that knowing into structured sentences;

composed of descriptive, emotionful words, syntax and grammar.

I admit, I rarely can keep up with syntax, let alone sense.

But I know you know what I mean.

It’s through that unexplanable understanding. That connection.

That connection ain’t always high speed or consistent.

Sometimes it’s slow and I can’t make a motherfucking search on

google to find the answer to my question that I’m too afraid to ask you

...just to make sure we really are on the same page.

All of a sudden I have doubts. Doubts rhythmically flowing through

my veins as I listen to our favourite song.

I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak..

Tryna stay away, I hit the next button. Nothing.

I feel like I’m about to vomit everything I want to say to you.

But I won’t.

You’re the damn noun that keeps me up, the verb that puts me down,

the punctuation that makes me pause, stop and yell.

You’re the adjective of my existence.

You make me burst into silent soliloquies

and answer in affectionate and amorous alliterations.

You define what I have yet to know and revise and edit everything that I have known.

I don’t know if I'll be able to tell you all of this myself.

But I know that you already know; so for now, I'm gonna Put It On Paper.