yes, i want to talk
but as soon as i'm given
the perfect opportunity
the words dry up in my mouth
and vanish from my mind
and they are suddenly
as out of reach as everything
i want so badly
so i tell you i'd rather not
talk about what's bothering me
and shiver as i find myself
surrounded by words once more
hovering close and mocking me
drowning me, suffocating me
a billion and one of them
crowding my mind
and giving me a headache
i try to make myself
tell you that i changed my mind
and i want to talk so badly
but you're walking away
and you're as far from my reach
as anything else
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
