I have a tattoo of you in my heart.
And I know I've said that a lot.
Over and over,
till my tongue felt like a whip against the roof of my mouth
and every time I touched it to form
Words
Sentences
. . feelings,
I was too scared of the repercussions.
So,
I hold the words to myself,
paint my lips bright red,
hold my hands against my chest
and let the wind speak for me.