#2

my tongue is tangled with words

that have been caught in my throat

like a lump lodged in

i struggled to swallow

forced out into the air

they disappear into voiceless sound

—still i am left unsaid

like all the words left behind your tongue

your mouth was held shut

when i needed your words the most

all that’s left is broken smiles and empty spaces

to grow and ache as the pressure builds and the distance grows

the words are nearing the exit now

instead of spilling out that stumble back down

into my throat where they have made their home

inside a self made hole

of all the things i never said.