Titles are Overrated

Part 147

I don't know

what to say.

Time runs out

in the same way

my words do

whenever I'm around you.

There's something about you,

the way you make me feel.

I could spend hours upon hours

in silence or in conversation,

tired but resting.

I feel better,

more alive

every time.

You don't make me feel misunderstood,

and I think that is why

I find myself spilling my guts.

But I won't ever

spill my heart -

not to you.

lying through gritted teeth