Inkpot: The unspoken things

That feeling you get when you really want to blurt something out to someone and yet you can’t seem to get the words out. Then when you’ve finished overthinking it, the moments passes, and the words seem to die on your lips.

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The words flutter on the tip of my tongue

Behind clenched teeth and sealed lips

The words branded on my lungs

The words I never knew you’d miss

A blink of an eye

A deep inhale

A flicker of a smile

And the moment passes on the exhale

The world grinds to a halt

Yet my mind runs a riot

Of all the things I wish to say

And yet I stay quiet