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