We were made of words.
I don’t know if they were
meaningful or meaningless
but I waited for yours every night
before disappearing into dreams
and I was so scared
of what they said
and how much they weighed
that I cut you off
and the silence
was even more frightening
and I am sorry
that I never tasted your mouth
that spoke such sweetness
but I am too bitter to be loved
by someone who speaks so. 

12:19 am  •  19 June 2012  •  6 notes