3+3=6

The words are on my tongue,
And I can see them in your eyes,
The whispers and the sibilance
That spill such saintly lies.
My heart is in my hand,
With my arm outstretched to you,
And you’re staring and you’re waiting
To simply break it clean in two.
You’ve done this once before,
Then you did it one more time,
And I’ve watched you, analysed you
Dancing to your selfish rhyme.
So, when you see I see you,
You sprucely hush me with your kiss,
Ammunition you've kept hidden
Until such a time as this.
You leave me lost in limbo,
Lacing lies in loyalty,
You tangle me pulsating,
Promise: You will set me free.
But my heart, she cannot take this,
As she quivers in my hand,
She glitters pretty innocence
You'll never understand.
Those words I said were on my tongue,
They're seeping from the seams,
Escaping to my swelling lips,
To save me from your dreams.
So listen when I speak to you,
As this could be the last,
And if you've anything to say,
Well, you better think fast.
There are six words that epitomize
The fluster within me,
Two phrases that I wish to say,
Juxtaposed, two groups of three.