Words never spoken
My vision blurs
small waves of water building in my eyes
the tight knot rises in throat
I swallow it down
like the words I've never spoken
scared of what the world would do with them
it rises again
I feel like I'm choking
the words clawing from the inside out filled with emotions
I bottle it up all the way down inside of me
it over flows
I feel the the drop rolling down my cheek
the cold wet salty tear tracing down my face
it falls
shattering and staining on what it lands on
like the memories it destroyed
the if's and hopes of what could have been
I wipe my eyes leaving no trace of the cold wet drop
the one that used to trace my face and move on
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