when i held you the words went silent, i tried to say the words through actions

now that you’re gone i have a list of all the words i wish i would have said

maybe you would have stayed

we both knew my tongue was sharper than the shards of a glass i keep inside my chest

how the words that came sliced the darkness onto thin strips of misery and laid them upon your feet

no amount of loving care could make up for a thousand lacerations

i applied love like blunt force trauma as it had always been applied to me in an effort to heal us both from the savage rains

it wasn’t so much a failure an abject lack of success

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