Dissolute

Is there any other language
In which I can talk to you
Easily, without racing my heart
Without reaching the zenith of anticipation?
A language in which I may finally make you know
What blows my mind off
What entices me towards you?
Is there someway, anyway that it can be made easy, my love?
I can't talk and be in love at the same time.
I can't be me and be in love at the same time—
I am losing myself to you.