Bright, shining words

tumble off your tongue.

A bold scholar of words

I never saw this drought coming.

It’s the angry, dark words you lock away

and I’m not sure where the key hides.

Scream, fight, yell, I could handle your passion

if you let me fix my wrongdoings.

It’s your silence that will suffocate me

with fearful hands that I’ve hurt you beyond repair.

-Sept 2017