Words

My words fill every corner, crevice and curve of my body.

I hurl them onto this keyboard hoping they’ll stick.

I don’t know whose eyes other than my own they seek.

Whose heart they’re meant to make ache.

I don’t want those tears.

 

Promise me, when I die, you’ll crumple all of my words and put them gently back into my mouth.

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