Words etc

I give in to tears

fears

hysterics,

hullabaloo

and hold back words

Some die on the lips

and get buried

in the recesses of  my heart

some come stumbling out

to falter on the tongue

 

why do we say the least

to the ones we love the most?

We arrange words,

rearrange

to make them  sound better

coat them with sweetness

or buffer edges

do our best

to say in a jest

In the end,

chuck it all

and swallow

words

messiness

She let the kiss
sit on her lips
until it's ready
to be consumed,
or consume her

She is ready to accept
confessions
without lowering her  gaze
Cos the storms that rage in his eyes
ruffle the peace of her heart

They love the messyness
around them,
of stolen kisses,
crumpled sheets,
and, entangled emotions.