Words

In your brain

letters are swift as they dance around,

in moments they merge into each other

and create words.

 

These words,

find their way,

stupidly and fearlessly to your tongue,

where they roll off and come out in sounds,

for me to hear.

 

You have loving words

that have a tune,

a tune that touches the tenderness of my heart

and creates a bubble of happiness for me to get lost in.

Those are the ones I adore

and yearn for.

 

More than I actually get them.

 

Snide words.

The mocking and spiteful way they shoot out of your mouth,

like arrows aimed perfectly to wound me.

And it works.

 

That instance of nausea passing through me

The knotty stomach pulsing and tightening.

The actual ache of my heart.

 

I pray to a power that I do not know,

that I don’t shoot arrows at you heart.

That I am not snide and spiteful towards you.

I wish for myself to care for the minor things you tell me

to give my interest and attention to you.

Even though it might not be mine.

 

For I am yours, and you are mine

and therefore

I wish to treat your everything

as if it is my everything.

I wish to give myself to you completely,

so that just maybe,

you might give yourself to me

completely.

 

That our words might caress one another

instead of

mishandle one another.

 

Words.

are what matter.

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Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photos: The Written Word