unspoken

a n x i o u s

i worry a lot. i worry that i might forget, so write the word pulled from the memories floating inside my head--asking to be told, words carefully picked to match the forlorn, i watched it fold.

so overwhelming i cannot forget, all the words that were left unsaid.
a taste of a broken try
kissing without saying goodbye
waiting without asking me to come so i let the word rest on to my tongue
so fill it with your warmth, and let me remember--
the ruined dreams
the broken kingdom
the shattered heart
locked away when I pulled apart
I'm nothing but a stringless puppet
cut free from your threads

i worry, a lot. i worry that i might forget your face, a picturesque view, drown in the thoughts of you. remembering is a blissful curse for someone who writes, forgetting is a nostalgic song you heard once but can't remember the lines.