The Words

The words aren't what's missing,
I know exactly what I want to say,
And why I need to get it off of my chest,
But I can't do that,

The words are harsh,
There's no way to pen them beautifully,
Words like these are a wild fire,
Destructive and all consuming,

So I guess I'll bury these words,
Under all the sleepless nights,
The songs I've listened to on repeat,
And the unanswered calls,

These words fester in my mind,
Unable to pass from my lips,
They weigh me down,
Like a stone on my chest,

So I'll try to bury the words even deeper,
Under all the tears I've cried,
Under all the times I've compromised,
Under all the miles I've run to escape,

I know exactly what I want to say,
And who I want to say it to,
But I don't want to be the one,
Who sets fire to their lives.

By: Alyssa