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
