Words have a sense
that tells me I still
have something to
let out into the worldI have been speaking
for ages and ages hence
that I feel I've said
everything there is
to be saidSometimes, I speak
even when tact is
not valued and
sometimes, I push
through even when
I'm unwantedDuring the times that
people really value me
for who I am, that's when
I realize that I have played
into a trap and have been
too weak to resistWords have a sense
that tells me there is
silence absent in my soul
and I need it backGone are the days of
cresting shallows of neglect
and instead I spent them
sinking into that high
you gave meIt's been too long since I
last felt this free to tell you
all that I've been holding back
that while I love how days passed
so quickly when you're there
I cannot pretend I didn't feel
relieved when you leftOne thing I wished I said
was that words have a sense
that tells me I'm not running
on empty fuel yet and I still
have an agency to decideAll I have asked you back then
was for you not only to listen
when I speak but to
understand my silence tooAnd you didn't, love
You didn't.
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an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poetry❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...