so many words
yet so little application
and every syllable
that comes pouring out
of my mouth makes no sense
so many words
so little chances
and those left unspoken
make the biggest mark
in your mind, in my heart
I could have told you
how I was never able
to stop thinking
of the day when you
would walk out the door
I should have told you
how I couldn't stomach
the taste of your absence,
but your lips would always
silence mine, always sweet
I would have told you
everything and more
but we never had time
to ourselves, to talk
all we had never existed
if you ever find me
words will help you heal
and time spent away from
each other will only
serve to strengthen us
but you won't
because I won't make
it easy; not this time
it's just half-past midnight
and my glass is already empty