Overthinking.
Reading into it too much.
Seeing things that aren't there.
Replaying interactions for intimate dissection.
Praying that wasn't the wrong thing to say.
Wishing the words would stop.
Hoping the silence will be filled by someone else.
Desperate for anything other than this.

Take a pretty word and spin a lengthy verse
A thesaurus for breakfast and linguist for lunch
By dinner you'll be satiated and spitting lyrically of hunger and fullness

Drowned by your breath on my neck.
Soaked in your intention.
Lapping up every whisper of promise.

He makes me see stars and paints galaxies on my skin.

Why is it that I can fill my mouth with clunky words, ugly words, but I can never pinpoint the pretty words that roll off my tongue and make pretty sounds?

I talk and am told I'm too much. I fold in on myself behind closed doors and berate my need for attention, unbridled desperation. Yet tomorrow more words will spill and spoil and even still I'll wish they were drowning me.

I want to choke on my verbiage. Sew my mouth shut with steely reminders that my teeth and tongue and lips will get me nothing but lonely and a stomach ache.

Make it stop. I can't take pliers to my molars while my tongue wags. Make me stop. I don't want to be loud but I am. Make the embarrassment stop. Shred my tongue into ribbons and make it end. Make the words stop.

Paint you words on my lips
Etch your heart on my flesh
Brand my soul to yours
Together we'll fly higher

Sublime

Smile
Peck
Soft
Pinch
Hard
Grab
Smirk
Squirm
Gasp
Lick
Bite
Harde­r
More
Repeat
Lips
Teeth
Hands
Tongue
Smooth
Slick
Ready
Now
Sigh­
Perfection
Home