I can't hold these lips still
Oh why won't they stop?
They say these things for me
Incessantly moving alone
Leaving my senses behind
Because I am afraid of the silence
And what that silence means
I am afraid of not saying enough
Regretting saying too much
There is never enough time
To make up for parted words
They slice and they cut
Making others flinch and bleed
But the silence suffocates me
I am afraid of it
So I fill it
I fill it with my words, my opinions
I taught myself how to do this
So that I would not die
But there is no harm in silence
It cannot hurt me
Not as much as my words can
So I'll stop
I'll let it go
I think I can walk away
But I'll probably just be talking to myself
I'm going to become jealous
Selfish of my words
Perhaps when used sparingly
They will do me justice
The justice of a sharp mind
Constantly dulled by careless speaking
I'm a stranger to this quiet
But I will become a native of this silence.