Words
We have quite the
Difficult
Relationship
To say the least
The words have introduced
Itself to me
Saying it was a tool
Free to be used
I'm curious
I open my mouth
To speak
To see how these words will
Form
They come tumbling out
Jumbled
Disjointed
Incoherent
I close my mouth
Willing the mess of words
To stop
But it doesn't work
They fill my head
Daring me to speak
I stupidly try
Again
And it ends again
With shame blazing and
Misunderstanding
Later
I pick up
A pencil
"I wonder what good this will do"
I think bitterly
Remembering my old
Useless tool
I draw a
Curve
It evolves into a
Letter
The pencil
Hand and mind
Become one
The words flow
Onto the lines
Like a steady stream of
Conciousness
Instead of a
Faulty
Sink's
Drip
Our relationship
Worked out in
The end
We just needed
Something
To hold us
Together
