A lot of words unsaid
clawing their way out of our throats
as we both try to remain silent.
Tension so thick
they can all tell
we're about to burst
but like the stubborn humans we are
neither of us wants to talk first.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
