It's a weird feeling -
wanting to be silenced.
To want to stop the flow of words.
To want to end the story,
right in the middle.
To want to sew my mouth shut.
With a needle and thread.
Because maybe if I stop talking,
people will stop hearing me.
They will stop hearing every opinion that
I should've let unsaid.
They will stop hearing every mistake.
Every unintentional insult -
I swear it wasn't supposed to come out that way.
Maybe,
if I am silenced,
they will stop hearing.
And they will start listening.
YOU ARE READING
Sleeves
PoetryI close my eyes and reach for you My lips forming your name But my hand only closes on stars. I turn my arm until I am wearing a sleeve of luminessence But all I really wanted was you. I stare at the stars lining my fingertips They twinkle softly i...
