I have a hundred different words
And none of them are the right ones
I scrumple the thoughts into paper bombs
Throw them in the bin
Move on
Saying “relax, it will come”
But certain words can’t come
Because they already have
And I rejected them
They were the truth
And the truth was too hard to say
So I scrumpled it into a bomb
And tossed it away
*Its funny how often we say “I didn’t know what to say” but we do, we always do, we just don’t want to say it, because that’s the great difficulty with the truth, it is so very jarring.
