loss for words

tip of my tongue

my words for you are on the tip of my tongue.
they dance on my taste buds, daring to leave
they long to be spoken,
but i could never find the courage.

so, here i stand,
in front of you,
with no words between us.
no actions between us.

just cold and empty movement with a blank stare.

after so long,
we walked away,
with nothing said.

you could have stopped me from walking,
but that took action,
something you didn't want to do.
and for me,
speaking took bravery,
something i apparently didn't have.

now, defeat sits upon my tongue.
maybe even with a hint of regret and self-doubt.

maybe one day you'll listen to what i have to say,
maybe you'll care
something i doubt you did either way,
because if you did,
then you wouldn't have walked away so easily.

you probably grew tired of waiting,
knowing that my words wouldn't spill.

i know i was.