Words

I crave words more than I gasp for air.

Hello.

I need you.

I miss you.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

Where are you?

I miss you.

I didn't mean to.

I love you.

I'm on my way.

You were it.

I was wrong.

I miss you.

You were wrong.

I miss you.

Again.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I don't need pictures or scents or the empty taste of kisses.  I long for the words formed by voices I've forgotten.  And, my soul reaches for the phrases I held back.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

No.

You are right.

One more time.

You are it for me.

Please don't go.

I didn't mean it.

Goodbye.

I need you.

Just go.

The indentation of all the words I refused to say lays on my tongue, a scar marking the place my heart lies broken.  So many words bitten back by fear that my bleeding tongue knows nothing but pain, refuses to let flow any kindness for fear of being hurt again.

Yes, I'm a lover of words - given and received.  Harsh and comforting.  Warm and bitter.  But never held from the ears left begging for more.