We sat, staring at one another, breaths held deep in our chests and words dancing on the tip of our tongues. Your eyes, my eyes, one thought, and it was suspended between us, poised and patient, yet totally alarming. I kissed you, because I thought it would move you. And I touched you, because I believed it to make a difference. But all that mattered were the words I didn’t say, those words waiting to be thrown from this mouth and dying to escape these teeth.
I would have spoken, had I known that was what you needed. Sometimes, you need a word, sometimes you need to hear and not just feel. But, I’m a regret late from being good enough for you; it’s unfair to now know what I should’ve done, those words are grinding into me with unrelenting fervor.
