Well Shit...

The less you say,
the more deafening it is.
I intentionally aim my words to fall between the lines
you clearly don't know how to read.

Words are living creatures;
for if you leave them unspoken,
they will decay and fester.
They become a gory wound 
and they will never cease to gnaw the brain
and poison the blood until they are set free.

I struggle to choose them wisely.
The ones I know you don't want to hear from me, 
to avoid the ones that I know I can't bare the thought 
of hearing from you.

I guess I'll just keep throwing myself "out there"
into a trust fall,
mentally playing Plinko with my heart;
knowing you'll always be too busy texting to catch it.

~ Cynicallovebird ~