Words (2/27/2015)

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

Emily ©

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