You say: say what you have to say!
But those words echo in my mind because you
are not ready for the deafening tone of the
words that are spilling out of my eyes and you
do not understand what I mean by your eyes
make me want to skinny dip in the ocean and you
don’t speak the language that my body speaks
when it finds itself in enough proximity of yours.
So I sigh.
But you have plenty to say, you insist.
And I do. I want to speak but I can’t seem to get
my spoken words right, I try not to mind that
my mind and heart are in a constant knife fight.
But I can’t pretend around you it’s so intense,
you make them drop their blades and open fucking
gun fire. The bullets they ricochet off my brain to
the left side of my ribcage leaving the contents
of my broken heart splattered across my face.
So I say nothing.