what do i say to the feelings that spill?
they run down too fast
and evaporate as I
try to whisper them
what do you say to those fleeing?
they run from you
fooling you with their side shuffles
little crabs, snapping the claws
to the beat of your broken heart
what can we say to those who refuse to love us?
we wallow in our own mess
call it a swamp
and fester with the silence
until we blend in with everything
what can we say about a person?
broken down into cubbyholes
the meaning just withering between the lips
evaporating with the breath
hoping to be more than a whisper