I love you

I need to learn,
how to hold onto my words.
I can never keep them inside
long enough.
I get so excited,
I have to share them with the world.
I don't just let them go,
I throw them to the sky.
Sprinkle them all over you,
telling you,
"I love you"
And I can't ever just keep that in.
So I whisper these words to my shoulder,
excitement spreads as my shoulder tells my elbow.
It shoots up,
reaches out like a tree limb.
These words travel to my wrist,
aching in tight skin from scars,
aching in damaged bones from trauma,
and it brightens my wrist's day,
makes it so much better that my fingers shoot toward the sky,
No longer a clinched fist,
they bloom like flowers,
limbs to the tree of my arm,
and I release these words to the sky,
and I let go of them.
They're no longer mine.
I love you.
"I love you."