Words tumble from my lips
Like a sloppy, wet kiss
Tongue wagging in cathartic bliss

Phrases unexpected escape quickly, left unchecked
I seek a reaction on your face, some recompense
For the words I’ve held in long enough to be too dense

I’m not worried if I lose you in that moment nothing matters
The high too great to think about if my heart eventually splatters
When I reflect I’ll regret and want to piece together the tatters

It will be too late, I’ll isolate, and revert for a time
While the pressure builds, compounding, compelling me to rhyme
Or speak in piercing phrases that sound to me like chimes

Strong chance I’ll alienate you, unless you enjoy the ride
Your intuition may tell you to run away and hide
And you may, but if you stick around your conscience may confide:

Do I want to roll these dice and hope that I rejoice?
Do I need someone who sees me, and instills in me my voice?

If this Pandora’s box gets open, you may not have a choice

Photo Credit: Tennant, 2010