words - with their heavy artillery.
they drag you around- tied up, gagged. no sex time escapades, few beautiful teases. they can hold you hostage, and pull all your cards out on the table. one word, one wrong word during a fragile moment with the right person - and everything crumbles. good luck trying to control it. it slips out. there it goes. spilling, milk, milk spilled, all over the kitchen counter. no - forget the counter. it was the living room, and you've got shag carpeting. it stains. blends in with all your furniture. modern decoration with a hefty price. a nice reminder that you couldn't keep it together even if you tried. somehow it's too powerful. you are 112 lbs. how much do syllables weigh? in a lifetime, or on a particularly daunting day? they push you, haunt you, so you let it out. and there it goes go - scattering, rummaging through the cracks in the walls, underneath your bed, in your sheets. digging under your finger nails, scrambling your brain. there they go - you let them out. tiny little ghosts. sometimes they come back and you're coerced into examining the unexamined.
most of the time they just want to be heard.
they drag you around- tied up, gagged. no sex time escapades, few beautiful teases. they can hold you hostage, and pull all your cards out on the table. one word, one wrong word during a fragile moment with the right person - and everything crumbles. good luck trying to control it. it slips out. there it goes. spilling, milk, milk spilled, all over the kitchen counter. no - forget the counter. it was the living room, and you've got shag carpeting. it stains. blends in with all your furniture. modern decoration with a hefty price. a nice reminder that you couldn't keep it together even if you tried. somehow it's too powerful. you are 112 lbs. how much do syllables weigh? in a lifetime, or on a particularly daunting day? they push you, haunt you, so you let it out. and there it goes go - scattering, rummaging through the cracks in the walls, underneath your bed, in your sheets. digging under your finger nails, scrambling your brain. there they go - you let them out. tiny little ghosts. sometimes they come back and you're coerced into examining the unexamined.
most of the time they just want to be heard.