/Oh, it's a shame,/
/how the words you say/
/tumble from between your lips/
/and spill onto the floor/
/where they pile in forgotten puddles./
/Once you let the words in your head/
/out through those plump, rose lips/
/they'll never return,/
/and oh, what a shame that is./
/Store them away in your mind,/
/stacked on shelves,/
/or bound in twine./
/Just don't let them tumble out, where
they'll be left behind like all those that
were before them./
/Promise you'll never forget me in a
puddle on the floor,/
/and never say my name./
/I don't want to slip away/
/into the mash of mess that pours
straight from your heart./
/Your mouth is a fountain/
/that shouldn't spit my name,/
/for the words you spew are savoury
and my name is bittersweet/
/so whatever you do,/
/don't speak my name./
/Seal your lips with wax/
/before you whisper it into the crook
of your arm./
/Bite down on your fist/
/before you scream it to the skies./
/But don't forget me,/
/let me loop in the back of your mind,/
/let my presence linger in the corners
and haunt you forever./
/Darling, you say you love me,/
/so show me,/
/and never say my name/
/because if you do/
/you'll break me./
/what a delicate wretch I am,/
/that lures you in with promises of
peace/
/and leaves you with nothing but a
bucket full of overflowing thoughts./
/Don't let the pipes burst in your
throat./
/Quiet your voice altogether,/
/and bask for a while in me./
/-your eternal silence/
YOU ARE READING
Silent Mouths, Rambling Minds
Poetry"Those who speak the least have the most interesting things to say,"
