No bows

I want to pull the ribbon of my emotions
My thoughts and feelings 
Out through my mouth 
And tie it
In a beautiful bow 
But each time I reach
Into that well between my chin and collarbone 
All I pull out is tangled string 
That’s unruly and thin 
It’s the kind of string
You can’t tie bows with 
And I am infuriated that my tongue stumbles 
Over the knotted syllables 
And fumbles blindly 
With the mangled social skills 
I wish 
To tie a bow with my words
That I want to flow 
From my mouth 
But all I have is a heap of intwined threads 
That lie at my feet 
And mock me instead.