Sometimes you just have to let your feelings out
They can't stay inside you forever
You let the words fall out of your mouth like marbles
They come quickly and thud on the ground
Leaving a sound you'd rather cover up
But the alternative would be to write it down
Letting the words stain the paper
But it doesn't work the same as telling someone
It's like putting a little band-aid on a gaping wound
When you know you should be getting stitches
But sometimes it's better
Because then you can read those stains again
When you feel differently about everything
You read them at 1am by the light of a candle or the moon
Letting them sing or scream or whisper
You let the speak while you half-heartedly try to drown them out with your favourite song
The lyrics swirl around your head
Distracting you from what you felt when you made these stains
If you don't let the lyrics distract you
You let tears fake from your eyes and intermingle with the stains
And ultimately they stain the paper too
You read these stains like music notes
They make chords and melodies
Until you decide to hit the pause button
And they are silent again