i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

that you say i make

and there is the more

that i leave unsaid.

there are the things

that you accuse me of

and there is a me,

rebelling with a cause.

there is a shadow

the sign of an unwilling flight

so the tears won't be exposed

beneath the streetlights.

truth be told.

i am sick of it all.

of unceasing judgment,

and callous word-call.

to throw up guards

by building word-walls.

tired of sucking it up,

tired of the fall...

snowfall

footfalls

tearfall

heartfall

i fall.

and

lone ly

me?

who says?

i didn't say.