grass stains and ladybugs

sky blue as those eyes

hands twisted in soft ground

there are words to be said,

but they won’t be

half-finished flower crowns,

stems tangled and broken,

half-finished thoughts,

i think we forgot something

but now it’s too late

lying next to someone,

their hand inches away,

you’ve been doing this for too long,

say the birds up in their tree,

you’ve been doing this for far too long

and, dear birds, I would love to stop

but this burning ignorance,

this agonizing denial,

we’ve known it for longer than anything else,

I can’t imagine a world without it

water stains and crickets,

sky grey as saltwater tears,

hands twisted in coarse hair

there are words to be said,

but the time to say them is over

(alexithymia [n.]- the inability to truly express your feelings)