Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words

Words

Words,
I think I'm drunk on them
My glass is over flowing with words
Then why can't I speak?
Is there something wrong with me?
No, it's my words.
They are not in orders.
They have this unique rhythm
That for some reason doesn't make sense to me right now.
Words,
What are they doing to me?
I think they're controlling me.
They want me to speak now
So who am I to stop them?
Words,
They burst from my lungs
Like the air that I breathe
And circulate through my veins.
I guess they are part of my blood now.
I'm not speaking anymore
Instead I'm bleeding the words that are in me.
It's okay if you don't understand me
I don't know what I'm saying either
But I feel it.
Words,
I feel the way they move through me
The way they comfort me
When I have nothing to say.
Words,
Don't just listen to me as I speak
But feel them as I bleed my heart out.
Let it touch you.
You may not feel the way I do
But you will feel it in the way you need to.
They will comfort you in ways you need to be comforted
So listen.
Words,
They have changed me
They have captured my soul and owned it
But don't be scared my dear
For Oh you have no clue
How much I'm in love to be drunk on words.