My Big Fat Mouth
All my troubles.
All my opinions.
All my elation.
Then, I start to think about the implications,
and it stops me from saying anything at all—sometimes.
Will there ever be a time of peace for me?
Before I die.
I do not know.
Will there be someone who finds me irreplaceable?
And shows it...
Will there ever be that kiss making me want to stop talking?
Just when I think I know my own worth,
I think about living a companion-less life.
And my heart jumps into my throat
nearly strangling me with tears
And fears
Why does validation come from someone else?
Why am I so weak?
I wish I didn't need to talk so much
when my heart hurts
I feel like I burden everyone around me
when I let my big, fat mouth run
running like a leaky faucet
pleading to be shut off
*This piece of writing is dedicated to my superfriend, BFF, best friend Melissa. I hope I was able to scratch the surface of the lofty goal of writing a poem unbound by rules and expectations.
**It is also dedicated to anyone who has been kind enough to (happily) put up with the ever-running motor of my mouth.
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I like it...probably more than anything you've ever written. You should break the rules more often! ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you sooo much for posting this poem!!! It was exactly what I needed to read because it's exactly how I've been feeling lately.
ReplyDeleteI am so pleased that it reached you. I write from experience and the heart. always.
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