I've written over
two and one half
hundred thousand words
some in kindness,
most in blindness
some in anger
some in Love
said with tongue
in cheek
some I wished
came from above
most have come
from below

but just so you know

Each word was wrenched from me
mostly from an open chest
Each syllable that falls from me
lays openly, coming to rest
at your feet, laying on your lap
clinging so hopelessly to your neck
hoping you will never take back
the thought, the sentiment
the words I would use
to describe
the journey that bought you
to Me
on a path I must walk back
*in order to survive