Lost in Translation

I think we speak a different sort of language with one another. Though the words 
that spill from my lips are familiar, somehow between them lifting off my tongue 
and drumming your ear, they are lost. 

Please. 

Don't try to dissect the inflections and the inconvenient pauses between my syllables to 
find a story hidden in the spaces. 
Let the silence dull the senses because fighting tooth and nail 
to find solace only leaves you aching for something more.