I wish to construct a poem that has rules and guidelines to follow.
I want to perfect the art of composing a page of black and white sorrow.
I'd like to articulate all that I'm feeling with grace and with poise to spare.
But what's there to say when I haven't the space or the heart or the mind to care.

this is for every conversation where I hesitated
and each instant I second-guessed myself
for all the moments that should have been
and every "what if" that I've over-thought
I've lost so many opportunities
from choosing to say nothing one too many times,
and what I meant hid behind closed lips
so instead my silence spoke too loud
but hopefully you're listening now
and these unspoken truths will finally be heard
so this language between us of misunderstandings
might finally be able to be put into words