I love you

I swear I'm dyslexic. 
It's easy to figure out why, 
Because whenever I write poems to you, 
It's like my hands stumble over the keys, 
Or mistakenly write a word, 
I did not intend to be there. 
I swear I'm good with words, 
They always came too easy anyways, 
But when I talk with you,
Or say your name,
It's like my tongue hurts. 
You see, 
For it's not easy to say, 
I love you.
No matter how good you are with words.